Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
He slips a finger between my lower lips, causing my breath to catch. Leaning forward, he angles his head and whispers, “All. Damn. Day.” He leans forward and kisses my neck, sucking at the base.
“Don’t leave a mark, okay?”
Popping his head up, he levels his eyes on me. “When do I get to make you mine?”
The slow slip through my slickness has my thoughts fraying, and I bite my lip to hold back the moan. Just one inch lower and he’ll be where I want him. “I’m yours.”
“To the world. I want everyone to fucking know that you’re mine, beautiful.”
I hadn’t even realized my bag was still on my shoulder until it plummets to the floor. We both look down, then continue as if nothing happened. The tip of his finger dips into me, pulling out too fast. “Don’t tease. Please.”
My body is a live wire ready to spark, aching for him to give me an orgasm. “I want that,” I exhale on a bated breath. Peeking up, I say, “I want the world to know you’re mine as well.” He slides a second finger in deep alongside the first, startling a moan as he drags his fingers back out. When he leans his head against the door, a heavy breath escapes his parted lips, blowing a strand of my hair toward my face. Reaching back, I tug at the collar of his shirt, fisting my fingers over the flannel. “I love this, but I want you more.”
Tilting my head back, he finds my eyes. “Unless you have a cond—”
“I don’t care. I’m on the pill.”
Magic words.
Clothes go flying, hands bumping into each other, legs tangling, and bodies tumbling onto the bed. He falls on top of me, his penis long and hard, the pressure of his need pushed against my belly.
Our eyes reconnect. “Roll over.” There’s no time to think or room to wander. I’m caged within his arms and have never been wetter. I scuddle onto my stomach, and he scoops my hips up until I anchor my weight on my hands and knees.
His calloused fingers run along my spine, and the mental image of his heated gaze following the path his fingers take makes heat pool in my center. When he slides his fingers through my lips, he hovers over me, bending down to kiss the back of my neck. “So perfect,” he groans, sliding his hand and my slickness over his length. Warm breath breezes across my neck as he positions himself at my entrance. “How quiet can you be?”
“Quiet as a mouse.”
Wrapping his arm around my waist, he asks, “You sure about that?”
“I’m—oh God!” Hard and fast, I’m rammed from behind, and instantly made a liar when I cry out in ecstasy. “Yes!” I drop my head to the bed, biting the blanket as he thrusts in and pulls out so fast that I’m not going to last. He feels too good, our bare bodies exchanging heat and hits as he fills me with each push forward.
Fingers grapple through my hair and slide to my shoulder to hold me still as he seeks to steady his rhythm. I take and take and take everything he gives, and when I suck in a breath, I give back, forcing my weight to meet his thrust for thrust.
“So fucking hot,” he groans through gritted teeth. When moving unsteadily, he lowers his hand to my clit and teases me.
I lose my pace to erratic thoughts as I chase my release. “Harder.” He reaches deeper with each thrust, and I lose the war with locked elbows as my head hits the mattress.
The sound of his breath turns wild, untamed like I feel when I’m with him, freedom from constraints. Quick thrusts follow each circle and pinch of my clit. I can’t take it. The sensations are too much to manage all at once. “I need you . . .”
My body erupts as the heat of his release ribbons across my backside. My knees quiver, my thighs ache, and my core tremors through a series of earthquakes. Lowering my hips to my legs, I turn my face to the side to get some air. Hair sticks to my face, and my lips feel swollen from scratching against the quilt.
I’m consumed once again when Brandon wraps himself over me and kisses the back of my head. “You weren’t quiet.”
I burst out laughing, turning slowly so our sweaty bodies face each other. He pushes hair from my face, and I brush his from his forehead. “No, I wasn’t. You make it hard to be quiet.”
He chuckles, but our smiles soften and the moment goes quiet. His expression softens as we watch each other. “I love you, Autumn.”
And there, with my arms wrapped around him and our legs half off my bed in a room tucked on the second floor of the house I grew up in, I hear the words I’ve longed to hear forever. He smiles, brushing his fingers through my hair as my tummy flutters. With my whole heart owned by this man, I look up into those soulful brown eyes so full of pride, and hope blooms in my chest.