Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 130307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
“Need you,” he managed on a low, rough breath as he slid between my legs. He kissed me hard with the admission, his brow furrowed, heartbeat labored where I felt it thrumming through his chest. “Need you so fucking much.”
I dug my nails into his back to signal that I felt the same — that I’d maybe felt it longer than I’d ever admit.
I didn’t know what it meant, that he was breaking his own rules, that he’d opened up to me today and he was kissing me tonight, and that when he slid inside me, we both cried out and clung to each other.
But I knew it meant something.
There was a monumental shift. I felt it in every thrust of his hips, with every slide of him inside me, with every kiss he pressed along my jaw, my collarbone, and most of all, against my lips.
He moved slowly and with purpose, like he was trying to write poetry with every measured flex. There was no dirty talk, no commands, no filth whispered into my ear.
It was sensual and deep, our connection that night. It was a joining of souls. It was a white flag of surrender, a victory cry from a hard-fought battle won.
Will pressed up onto his elbows so he could lock his eyes on mine, and those honey wells held my gaze as he continued to fuck me slow and deep. The sensation of having him looking at me like that felt more powerful than anything happening below our waists, and it sent me spiraling.
I came without trying. I came with a whimpered cry and my eyes squeezing shut and my heart pounding out of my rib cage as the slow waves washed over me.
Will came right behind me, his groan low and reverberating through my throat as he kissed me there and flexed harder, deeper, burying himself in me like he never wanted to leave.
Then, he was kissing me again, his mouth on mine, tongue seeking access until I let him in. He stole what little breath I was holding onto with that kiss, and then he was moving inside me again, his release slicking me and making round two so easy to begin.
He pulled me on top, and I rode him just as slowly as he’d taken me, until he was leaning up, pulling me against him, kissing me deep as we both found a second release.
I didn’t know what time it was when we finally cleaned up.
I didn’t know what was racing through his mind as he washed me and kissed me and dried me with a soft towel before leading me back to bed.
I didn’t know what tomorrow would bring.
But I knew that this time, he asked me to stay.
This time, he curled his hot, massive body around mine and pulled me into him, fitting us together like puzzle pieces.
This time, he held tight, like he would never let me go.
This time, we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
This time was different.
Everything was different.
And I was unafraid.
A Good Man
Chloe
Scratch that.
I was afraid.
I was very, very afraid.
The morning came too quickly, too harshly, the sunlight streaming in through the windows of Will’s room. We hadn’t thought to shut the blinds last night, and I winced a little as I sat up in the bed, my head aching.
Shit.
What time was it?!
I ripped the covers off me, quickly dressing and not thinking about the fact that I’d be parading about in yesterday’s clothes as I ran down the hallway and up the stairs to Ava’s room.
When I creaked the door open, I saw she was still sound asleep.
I let out a long breath, watching her for a moment before I silently shut the door again. Will had decided she wouldn’t be going to school today, and after what happened, I called in and used my second vacation day of my career so that I could stay home with her.
I decided to let her sleep a little while longer. Judging by the sun alone, it was likely around seven-thirty or eight. After all the adrenaline yesterday, she could use the extra rest.
We all could.
And with that thought, the night came rushing back to me.
I pressed my back against the wall, heart racing as I closed my eyes and a flash of Will struck me behind the lids.
My own hands traced where his had been, washing over my neck, my collarbone, my lips. I still tasted him there, still felt the bruising pressure of his mouth seeking mine.
He kissed me.
I blinked open at the realization, chest tight and mind whirring.
The last week and a half had been so strange between us. After our last night together, I couldn’t help but pull away from him… because just like my Reddit friends had warned, I knew I’d started falling for him.