Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
He pulls his hand away, and I whimper at the loss, but then his mouth is on mine, kissing me like he wants to own my soul. I grab at his shoulders, his neck, anything to anchor myself while my body is still sparking like a downed power line.
Jay kneels up, towering over me, and strips off his pants and boxers in one insane, sinful move. I nearly choke because holy cow. He’s even bigger than I thought. His cock is thick, long, flushed at the tip, and leaking already. My mouth literally waters just looking at it.
He teases me by sliding his cock slowly along my opening until I’m ready to scream, then finally, finally lines himself up and pushes in so slowly, I nearly lose my mind. He pauses and groans, deep and guttural, and the sound makes me clench around him.
He moves slowly at first, letting me get used to him. Every thrust is controlled, measured, but it doesn’t take long before we’re moving together, desperate for more.
The bed squeaks under us as Jay’s hips grind against mine, slow at first, then he picks up speed. There’s nothing polite about it, nothing I could ever pretend is sweet or normal or even slightly under control. He shoves in to the hilt, and my whole body goes electric. My brain just fizzles out. Like, full-on factory reset.
Holy. Shit.
I arch up, digging my nails into his muscular shoulders just to have something to anchor me.
He braces a hand under my knee and lifts my leg up, opening me even wider, then fucks me so deep I see stars again. When I finally come, it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt. My whole body snaps tight, every muscle strung out and trembling. I don’t even know my own name for a second. I just clutch Jay’s biceps and ride out every last shockwave as his cock throbs deep inside me. He groans against my neck, teeth scraping skin, and I swear I come a second time. Maybe it’s just one long orgasm. Who knows at this point?
He thrusts several more times, then shudders as he comes, hips jerking wild and desperate. I feel every pulse, every shiver, and my brain turns into hot, happy static. I’m basically a human noodle now, limp and boneless and totally ruined in the best way.
For a few minutes, neither of us moves. Jay just holds me, his whole body bracketed over mine, breath hot on my collarbone. The only sound is our wild, tangled breathing. Jay’s hand strokes up and down my side. And I feel like I could float away.
He kisses my hair. “You okay?”
I can’t even speak. I just nod, grinning like a maniac. I burrow into Jay’s side and let the afterglow wash over me, my heart finally calm, my mind blissfully blank.
CHAPTER EIGHT
JAY
The first thing I’m aware of is the heaviness on my chest. Not like “impending cardiac event” heavy, but the soft, perfect weight of a woman tangled across my body, her wild hair a gold-blonde cloud over my collarbone and shoulder. Nadia is sleeping. She’s drooled a little on my pec, which I find deeply, stupidly charming. The sunlight spills through the window, painting the navy comforter and her bare back in a sort of glowing halo.
She fits perfectly in my world. My arm is under her, her thigh thrown over my legs, and her hand is splayed across my sternum like she’s staking her claim.
I stare at her face. Her lips are parted, lashes stuck together, brows soft for once. I catalog every detail, realizing I’ve never believed in fate. But I believe in this. Every breath she takes brushes warm against my skin. I could lie here forever with her snuggled tight in my arms.
God, I fucking love it. Actually, I love her.
I can’t stop thinking about last night. Not just the sex—the way she fell apart in my arms, desperate, hungry, perfect—but the way we meshed afterward. She wore one of my shirts and nothing else, and I ordered Chinese while she curled on my lap like she was born there. We binged horror movies, the bad kind with too much fake blood and bad acting. Nadia burrowed in even closer with every jump scare, and I had a hard time paying attention to anything except her. The memory makes my cock twitch and my chest ache at the same time.
I want a thousand more nights just like that.
There’s a muffled snort at the foot of the bed. Salty wakes and stretches with his hind legs splaying like a frog’s feet, his tongue dangling out the side of his mouth. He gives Nadia a long, speculative look. His little gremlin face says, “I see what’s happening here. Not sure how I feel about it, but I’ll let you know.”