Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
I feel her body stiffen against me, and then she screams, a slew of, “Fuck,” and, “Oh God,” and, “Gabe,” flying out of her mouth.
A shock of pleasure shoots down my spine. My muscles tighten. Seconds later, I’m right there with her. Coming so fucking hard that I suffer temporary blindness.
My foot ignites with pain.
But I don’t care because I feel fucking awesome.
Her body sags onto mine. I wrap my arms around her.
She tilts her face up and presses a kiss to my jaw. I turn my face to her and capture her swollen lips with mine, tenderly kissing her. A complete contrast to the way I just fucked her.
“Mmm,” she murmurs. “That was amazing.”
“It was better than amazing. It was out of this world. It was astro-fucking-nomical.”
She laughs softly. I hold her closer.
“We should clean up.”
“Not yet,” I tell her. “We’ll clean up in a minute.”
I’m feeling lazy, but the truth is, I’m not ready to let her go just yet. And this isn’t like me. Normally, the instant I come, I can’t wait to get out of bed and get my pants back on.
Wanting to stay inside her and hold her in my arms like this is a completely new experience for me, and I want to savor it. I want to savor her.
And, when she doesn’t pull away, instead letting out a sound of contentment, snuggling deeper into me, it lights up the dark parts inside me.
It’s then when I realize just how truly fucked I am.
Because I like Ava. Quite possibly too much.
And she’s far too good for someone as fucked up as me.
But, right now, the selfish part of me doesn’t care. The selfish part of me wants to take every good thing she gives me, and I want to give her every good thing back in return.
I want to make her happy.
I just don’t know if, or for how long, I’m capable of doing so before I wreck things and end up hurting her—again.
Ava
I wake, and I’m alone. Gabe’s side of the bed is empty.
I have a flashback to yesterday morning, and my stomach sinks.
What if he regrets having sex with me?
It’s still dark out. I check the clock, and it says one a.m.
I sit up and slide my legs out of bed. Gucci lifts her head from the chair she’s sleeping on.
“Go back to sleep, baby,” I tell her.
She lays her head back down. I get to my feet and pull my panties on, and then I get one of Gabe’s T-shirts from his chest of drawers. I pull it on and go to find him.
He’s out on the terrace, smoking. His chest is bare, and he’s still wearing the shorts from last night.
“Hi.” I linger in the doorway.
“Hey.” A smile lightens his face, and a weight lifts off my chest.
I pad over to him. He reaches out and takes my hand, pulling me down onto the sun lounger with him. He drops his good leg to the floor, so I can sit between his legs.
His free arm wraps around my waist. I slide my hand over his, and he links our fingers.
I rest my head back on his chest. I can feel his heart beating against my back.
The smell of his cigarette smoke surrounds us, but it doesn’t bother me like it used to. In fact, I’m growing to like the smell. Because it’s him.
“You couldn’t sleep?” I ask him.
“No.” He takes a pull on his cigarette and blows the smoke away from me.
“Are you…having regrets? About…us?”
“No.” His hand comes to my chin, and he tips my head back, so I’m looking at him. “No regrets at all. I just needed a smoke. I always need a smoke after great sex.”
“Great sex?”
His eyes twinkle back at me in the dark. “Astro-fucking-nomical sex.”
“Better.” I laugh softly, and I rest my head back on his chest, running my fingers over the soft hairs there.
“You…don’t have any regrets, do you?” His voice is surprisingly tentative.
I tip my face up to look at him again. “No.”
I didn’t realize his expression was tense until I see it relax with my answer.
I run my fingers over his cheek. “I could never regret last night, Gabe. I’ve wanted you for a long time.”
He takes hold of my hand and kisses the palm. “Me, too. But not as long as you’ve wanted me ’cause you’ve wanted in my pants ever since you saw me in my first movie, right?”
“Jackass.”
I lightly slap his chest, and he chuckles.
“Just kiddin’.” He kisses the top of my head.
He’s not wrong though. I have wanted him since I first saw him onscreen.
But he’s nothing like I thought he would be.
He’s even better.
But then I worry he thinks I want him because he’s famous.
“I’m not just here because—”
“I know, Speedy.”
I look at him. “I just don’t want you to think I’m here because you’re famous. I’m here for this.” I tap my finger on his forehead. “And this.” I draw a heart with my finger on his chest. “And, of course, this.” I grin as I slide my hand down and cup his cock between his legs.