Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
I want to be her last kiss.
Her hands run through my hair, and I groan when she tugs gently. Standing with her in my arms, I turn and climb onto the bed, one leg at a time, while holding her to me, supporting her. When I’m where I want us, I lower her to the mattress. Her red hair fans out across my white cotton pillowcase. The contrast between the two is vibrant and an image I’ll never forget.
I’ll never forget a moment I shared with her.
I settle between her thighs, bracing my weight on my hands that are flat against the mattress. Green eyes stare up at me and I swallow hard. I wish I knew the right words to say at this moment. I’m scared as hell I’m going to end up begging her to stay, and I know that’s selfish of me. This is her dream, and I’m not going to stand in the way of that.
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. Inside and out,” I tell her, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.
“I always dreamed of a man like you, Archer Kincaid. I didn’t think men like you existed. Sexy, kind, caring, and loyal to a fault. I know we did this to ourselves. We knew the outcome, and even though it hurts like hell to think about driving away from you, when I think about the possibility of never having the moments we’ve shared, of never having the love of a man like you, that would be a travesty.”
I lift a fist and tap my chest. “Right here, Scar. That’s where you’re leaving a scar on my heart, but it’s not one from pain. It’s a scar from loving you. One I will carry with me every day for the rest of my life.”
She chokes on a sob, and all I can think to do is lower my head and kiss her. I kiss her slow and deep, needing her to feel me, needing her to remember this when she’s gone. With a small thrust of my hips, I slide inside her, inside my love.
Dropping my weight to my elbows, I wipe at her tears with my thumbs as I take my time making love to her. There’s nothing hurried about the way I pull out and slowly slide back in. Her pussy is squeezing the hell out of my cock, and that’s when I realize I’m bare.
“Baby—” I croak, because fuck me, I’ve never felt anything like this. “I-I’m bare,” I say, as I start to pull away from heaven.
Her legs lock around my back. “I’m on the pill, and I want this. I want all of you.”
“You have all of me.”
“I do now,” she says, laying her soft hand against my cheek.
“You feel like silk wrapped around my cock. Hot, wet silk,” I say, kissing her again, because there is nothing in this life that I love more than all of me touching all of her, anyway that we can make that happen.
“I can feel all of you.”
“Yeah?” I pull out and slowly push back in.
“It’s… different.”
“Two souls connecting.”
“It’s our love.”
“Yeah,” I agree. Our love. I fight the urge to close my eyes as I don’t want to miss this. I don’t want to miss the way she bites down on her bottom lip when I push inside her or the way her eyes, those emerald pools of desire, stare up at me.
“Th—There,” she pants. “I feel so full. Why does it feel like you’re bigger without anything between us?”
“Baby, you can’t say things like that, or I’m going to come before you do.”
“How about you come with me?” She smiles up at me.
“You ready?”
“So close.” She nods.
I quicken my pace but still take long, languid strokes. My balls tighten and a familiar feeling is tingling in the base of my spine. I’m ready to let loose, and when her pussy convulses around me and my girl calls out my name, I know I need to pull out now. I try to do just that, but she wraps her arms around my neck, squeezing hard, and her legs hug me tighter.
“Baby, I need to— You have to let me go.”
“Inside me, Archer.”
“Scarlett.” There’s warning in my tone. Her words just about send me over the edge.
“Please….”
I can never say no to her. I know she’s on the pill, but there’s a part of me, a very large fucking part, that hopes she gets pregnant. I know that’s not the right way to bring her home, but it would. I love her. She loves me, the baby, the one I can only imagine would be conceived out of love.
“Please,” she says again.
I pull out and push back in and let go. For the first time in my life, I come inside a woman without anything between us. I never want there to be anything between us ever again.