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)
“I need you inside of me. I need it more than I ever have.”
He stepped back. “I don’t have any protection here. I wasn’t expecting to—”
I ran my fingers through his hair again. “I have an IUD now. Not for birth control, but because I was having some pain. So you can… It’s okay if you—”
“Fuck, yes.” Tate took my mouth again before I could finish that sentence.
The muscles between my legs quivered. I thought I might die if he stopped this. But I knew he wouldn’t. We’d gone past the point of no return.
“I can’t let you go, Blair. I fucking tried.”
“I don’t want you to let me go.”
He unzipped my dress, and it fell to the floor. He slid his calloused hands down my back. A shiver ran through me. “I just want to look at you for a minute,” he said. Tate traced his finger along the curves of my body, circling my nipple, grazing my belly button. “You’re so damn beautiful.” He knelt and placed a kiss on my stomach. “I can’t believe this beautiful body carried my child. I’ll never get over it, Blair. I swear. It’s such a miracle.”
The heat of his mouth ignited a flame inside me, which was about to erupt into a full-on fire. He went lower, and without warning, Tate pulled my panties aside and pressed his mouth to my clit. He gripped my ass and pulled me against his face. I bent my head back in ecstasy as he devoured me. His groan vibrated throughout my core, his tongue lapping at my tender flesh. Raking my fingers through his hair, I closed my eyes, falling further and further into an abyss each second. When I felt myself almost ready to come, I pulled on his hair.
“You need to stop before I—”
“Fuck,” he murmured, rising to take my mouth in his.
I could taste myself on his tongue. I wrapped my arms around his neck, so hungry for him. He kissed me harder, our breaths erratic, tongues colliding. I couldn’t get him inside of me fast enough.
I knew having sex with Tate was a bit reckless with our son in the next room. But I was willing to take the risk. I unsnapped my bra, tossing it aside as Tate slipped his shirt over his head. The hunger in his eyes was the same as I remembered from the first time we’d made love. It was even more intense now.
Tate lifted me and carried me to his bed. After he put me down, he whipped his belt off and stepped out of his jeans, pushing down his boxer briefs. The sight of his beautifully hard cock made my mouth water. He lowered himself over me and let out a deep growl as he pushed inside in one desperate thrust. I was so ready that it didn’t even hurt, though I hadn’t had sex in four years.
“Look at you, soaking wet. You feel so damn good.” He rocked into me. “You’re fucking mine, aren’t you? You’ve been mine this entire time.”
I tugged gently at his lip with my teeth. “From the moment I met you, and every day between then and now.” I dug my nails into his back as he pounded into me. I was desperate for each and every thrust.
Squeezing his ass, I tightened my muscles around his thick cock. I’d nearly forgotten how good it felt to be pinned down and ravaged by this man. And it was even better because there was no barrier this time. “I want to feel you come inside me,” I breathed.
“Now?” He panted.
“Yes,” I begged.
His body shook and jerked forward. “Shit…” He gasped. “Fuck. Oh my…God, I’m…”
Feeling the heat of his load was all it took for me to spasm around his cock. It was the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. I never wanted it to end.
Tate pumped in and out of me slowly, long after he was finished. I loved feeling his hot arousal between my legs, and he lay on top of me for the longest time, our bodies still connected.
After he pulled out, we turned to face each other.
“What now?” I whispered.
“Fuck if I know, baby,” he said, dragging his thumb along my chin. “But things just got a whole lot more complicated.”
I looked into his eyes. “This was inevitable, wasn’t it?”
“Like fucking death and taxes.” He kissed my forehead. “We’ll figure it out together.”
I brushed my finger along his stubble. “My handsome man. I missed you so much.”
Tate smiled. “From the moment we left each other at the resort, I never stopped thinking about you, Blair. I need you to know that. Never stopped hoping that phone would ring. But I never allowed myself to imagine an actual future with you, certainly not a child with you.” He paused. “I will be eternally grateful for the gift you’ve given me. It is beyond my wildest dreams.”