Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72822 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72822 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
And I used that sexual encounter, right down to the last itty-bitty detail, and replayed it in my mind as I did the dirty deed every night in the dark of my borrowed bedroom.
I shivered in Dante’s arms, and it only took one half of a second for me to be up and off my feet.
He had his arms locked around my hips as he carried me out of the kitchen and to the only other room in the small cabin—the bedroom.
He kicked the door farther open, took slow steps toward the bed, and laid me down gently.
He didn’t throw me, didn’t let me bounce. No, he placed me so softly on the bed that I almost started crying again right then and there—as if he was scared he was going to break me.
“I’ve missed you so much.”
I would’ve responded, but he crawled up my body and placed his lips on mine.
I couldn’t help but respond to this man.
His hands skimmed the naked skin of my side, trailing lightly upward to my arms. Once he had them both in his large palms, he pushed them up and over my head.
Then he moved his mouth down, trailing his beard along the skin of my jaw.
He kissed me behind my ear. On my collarbone.
Then stopped to hover between the scars on my chest.
“You’re beautiful,” he rasped, dipping out his tongue to trail down the center of my chest to the soft swell of my belly.
He hovered there for a few long moments before letting my arms go to allow him to move even farther down to the waistband of my yoga pants.
He then crawled up between my knees.
His eyes lifted to mine as he started to pull my pants down my legs—which got stuck around mid-thigh due to his body between my splayed thighs.
He lifted my legs straight up into a ninety-degree angle and pulled them the rest of the way off.
As my legs started to move back down toward the bed, he caught them behind my knees, hooking his arms around my legs and pulling me into position with my backside resting against his knees.
His hot eyes on me made me feel a thousand miles tall. So obviously full of lust for me, despite my lack of breasts and my scars, things I didn’t have any chance of hiding from him.
“God, you’re so beautiful.”
Before I could start crying, his mouth was back on mine.
I dove into the kiss, my need for him a living, breathing thing that wouldn’t be satisfied. Not now, not ever.
“Dante,” I gasped as I pulled away.
He moved to my neck, sucking lightly.
I moaned and flexed my legs, trapping his biceps between my calves and the backs of my thighs on each side. “Dante, please. I just… I just need.”
He let go of my neck with a soft suck that seemed to echo off the walls of the tiny room and then pulled back to look at me.
His eyes took me in—my disheveled hair, the scars on my chest, and then my belly.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
I knew that he was talking about more than sex now.
“Then don’t.”
His eyes flashed, and he smiled. “I won’t, not ever again. I’ll treat you like you deserve.”
He dropped one of his hands to pull at the waistband of his jeans.
His shirt and jeans stayed on, but his cock sprung out through that gap in his jeans that unbuttoning had created.
He wasn’t wearing any underwear.
I smiled.
“I won’t ever hurt you again.”
And then he leaned forward, one of my legs still in the crook of his arms, as he notched the head of his cock to my entrance.
My eyes held his as he pushed slowly inside. My slick wetness eased the way, and he didn’t even have to pull back as he forged his way inside. One slow, smooth inch at a time, until he was buried inside of me to the hilt.
I felt full—so freakin’ full.
It was one of the best feelings in the world.
Looking into his eyes, watching him take me, was probably the single most intimate moment I have ever experienced. Not that I’d ever allow anybody else to know what it was like to be watching this man in the same way. He was mine.
He thrust deep into me and stilled.
I arched my back, looking for more.
“What’s that look for?”
I smiled, then dropped one of my hands to gather some of the moisture that had collected around the base of his cock.
“Oh, nothing.” I smiled as I dragged that moisture up to where I needed it most—my clit.
He pulled back and watched me play for a few long moments before he slowly sank back inside.
I slowed the swirls that my fingers were drawing on my clit to match his pace. One swirl, then a thrust.
One swirl, then a thrust.