Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 76812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
A second later, she starts to lower herself to the floor, and I hate that it automatically makes me wonder if she’s doing it to say thank you. There are a lot of things we have to work on moving past, and this is going to be a big one.
“The only person getting on their knees in this shower tonight, baby, is me.”
I nip at her lower lip before licking the line of her neck, then I lower even further and suck one nipple into my mouth before paying just as much attention to the other.
It isn’t long before I’m on my knees with her leg over my shoulder. I bury my face between her legs, lapping equally at her arousal and the water sliding down her body.
Her fingers tangle in my damp hair, and I love the way she tightens her grip, preventing me from going very far when I have to pull back for a second to catch my breath.
“Tell me what you want for your birthday, baby.”
She licks her lips, her eyes cast down at me.
“I want you inside of me,” she whispers, squealing in the next breath when I shoot up and stand in front of her.
I don’t bother grabbing a towel to dry our bodies before carrying her from the shower and into the bedroom.
Max booked the room and since he didn’t want to make any assumptions about our connection, we ended up with two queen beds, and, honestly, it couldn’t be more perfect. We have a bed to mess up and one to sleep in.
I lay her out gently on the bed, the taste of her still on my tongue when I lean and kiss her lips. She moans into my mouth, pulling me with her when she scoots up the bed.
God, I want to spend all night with her. I want to make her beg for orgasm after orgasm, but doing so would be selfish. She has a huge day tomorrow, first a meeting with the state prosecutors and then the hearing for Nathan Adair. The last thing I want is for her to be exhausted and not on her game.
I run my hand down the outside of her thigh before lifting her leg and pressing her knee into my hip. The movement opens her up for me, and even though the last time we were together like this, we didn’t use a condom, it doesn’t feel right not checking in with her again.
“I brought condoms if you want me to use one.”
Her eyes search mine, but she shakes her head.
“One of these days we’re going to have lots of babies, Brielle. I can’t fucking wait,” I tell her as I pull my hips back, allowing my cock to line up with her slick entrance.
I groan at the grip of her pussy when I press into her. I don’t know that I’ve ever felt anything better in my life.
Her mouth hangs open when I push all the way in, and I love the way her eyes glisten as she watches the pleasure on my face. She’s utterly fucking perfect, and if I get my way, I plan to spend the rest of my life proving that she deserves every good thing that comes her way. We’ll get this shit with Nathan settled and then she doesn’t have to spend her days looking over her shoulder.
“Beck,” she whispers, clinging to me tighter as she rolls her hips, her way of asking me for more.
I give her everything I have, pushing in and pulling back until that low burn ignites in my stomach. I swoop low, knowing I can easily get her off this way because I can feel the warning of my own impending orgasms.
“That’s… umm... perfect," she moans.
"I love you," I whisper at the first clench of her pussy around me, and I close my eyes as she takes me right over the edge with her like I knew she would.
Chapter 28
Brielle
His words make me realize that I'm the biggest fraud that ever walked the face of the earth.
Love.
I'm not lovable, and even if I were, I'm not worthy of love from a man like him.
Wanting what he has to offer and taking it when I haven't earned it are two very different things, and they'll never meet in the middle.
"Get off me," I whisper when he barely catches himself from crushing me after he comes.
"Hmm?" he says, the bliss from his orgasm still holding him captive.
I push at his chest, waiting for him to roll over.
The second I'm free I climb off the bed and go to the bathroom, making sure to lock the door behind me.
I wanted to get lost in the fantasy and then he had to ruin it.
Babies?
Love?
I turn on the shower and scrub at my skin, needing the touch of him off me. I have to rid myself of it or I'll end up craving more of what I'm not supposed to have.