Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 89324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
“Everyone has a breaking point, Blair.”
“Do they?”
I nodded. “Welcome to mine.”
Wrapping my hand around her waist, I yanked her into a searing kiss. I just hoped she’d forgive me for what I was about to do.
Chapter 11
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BLAIR
My body felt like it had been engulfed in flames.
Tate’s hands were around my ass, squeezing as our tongues moved against each other. I couldn’t taste him fast enough, couldn’t explore his body with my hands fast enough, couldn’t have him inside me fast enough. I needed him.
“Please fuck me,” I begged. There was no time to beat around the bush.
Tate spoke over my mouth. “I wish I could stop this—”
“I’m grateful you can’t.” I raked my hands through his hair, my panties already drenched. I’d never imagined being with a man so muscular, so strong. My arousal had reached a level I didn’t think humanly possible. “Don’t stop, Tate, I need you.”
“You need me?” He laughed against my mouth. “I fucking need you.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and attempted to climb him. Tate carried me over to the wall, and as my back pressed against it, a zap of adrenaline hit.
He paused for a moment and looked into my eyes. “I don’t know how to be gentle. I’m afraid I’m too much for you.”
“I don’t want you to be gentle right now. I want you to fuck me as hard as you want. I want you to do everything to me.”
“Fuck,” he muttered as he kissed down my throat. “When I thought you were gone, I was goddamn miserable.”
Bending my head back, I panted. “I would never have left you without saying goodbye.”
He buried his face in my neck. “I need to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock at least once before I die.”
“I’m counting on more than once.”
Tate carried me over to the bed and toppled us onto the mattress.
He hovered over me as a piece of hair fell over his forehead. I took a moment to bask in the sight of his strong, tattooed arms locking me in.
“Blair, look at me.”
My heart pounding, I reached up to move the hair away from his beautiful eyes so I could stare into them.
“I’ve never wanted a single person on this Earth as much as I want you right now,” he said.
“That makes two of us.”
His eyes brimmed with desire. “Are you sure you want this?”
“Yes.”
He nodded, and I knew he’d conceded, his longing tangible enough to cut with a knife. I’d never seen Tate like this and had thought I never would. My leaving had done a real number on him. That’s what I’d hoped for, even if my actions had bordered on cruel. But this? It was far more than I imagined.
The look in his eyes turned as vulnerable as it was hungry. “I want to feel how wet you are. Can I touch you?”
“Please,” I urged, dying for his hands on me.
Tate slipped his hand under my skirt. He shoved my panties to the side and stroked a finger inside of me. “Holy shit,” he muttered. “What the fuck, Blair?” He added another finger, pumping in and out slowly, his breaths turning shakier with each movement. “I can’t believe how wet you are.”
“Now you know what you do to me,” I said. “I’ve been wet almost every moment we’ve been together. Being around you makes me so freaking horny.”
He groaned. “I’ve wanted to fuck you from the moment I saw you, even if it felt wrong. I can’t help it. You’re so incredibly beautiful.” He slid his fingers deeper and closed his eyes. “Absolute perfection.”
“Don’t make me wait any more,” I whispered, tightening my muscles around his fingers, feeling ready to come.
“I won’t make you wait, baby.” He shook his head. “I’m done trying to fight this.”
I gripped his sides, my fingernails digging into his skin. “You’d better be.”
He withdrew his fingers slowly before thrusting them inside me again. “And you’d better not fucking leave without saying goodbye.”
We were so close to the end that, in a sense, every minute together now felt like a goodbye. I tried to shake that thought from my mind as Tate rose from the bed and left me for a moment. Cold air replaced the warmth of his body. I panicked until I realized what he was probably doing. The brief separation, though, felt excruciating. How was I supposed to deal with separating from him permanently in less than twenty-four hours? I didn’t want him on the other side of the bed, let alone the country. I saw him reach into the side-table drawer.
He placed the condom beside him on the bed before he knelt over me again. As he unzipped his jeans, I licked my lips in anticipation. He lowered his pants and boxer briefs, his cock springing out, wet at the crown. Tate was absolutely huge. I bit my bottom lip as he ripped open the condom wrapper. He sheathed his thick shaft, and as he squeezed the tip, I felt my heartbeat between my legs.