Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
“Missed this, too.” I kiss his shoulder before dragging my teeth across the barbed wire tattoo encircling his bicep.
He chuckles softly. “My cheesy angsty teen tattoo?”
“Your sexy bad boy tattoo,” I correct, nipping at his skin again as I hook my thumbs into the waistband at the top of his flannel pants, right above the delicious swell of his ass. “When I saw this tattoo for the first time…” I trail off, moaning as he captures my nipple in his mouth and sucks, sending hunger flooding through my body.
“You knew you’d never be able to resist me?” he asks as he’s kissing his way over to my other breast.
“Never,” I agree. “You should get another one. A full sleeve on your other arm or something on your back. If you had more tattoos, I’d never wear panties. There would be no point. One look at all that sexy ink and they’d just come flying off.” I writhe beneath him as he licks and nips at my other breast with his teeth. “Or be soaked through,” I add in a breathless whisper.
But Theo hears me, a fact he proves by murmuring, “Is that right?” against my breast as his hand dips under the waistband of my pajamas and the panties beneath, gliding between my thighs where I’m already so swollen and wet. He groans as he pushes a finger inside me, a sound I echo as I spread my legs wider, desperate for more of his touch.
“Fuck, Macy,” he says, kissing me again as he rolls us both onto our sides, still gliding his finger in and out of my slickness as he shoves my pajama pants down my thighs with his other hand. “I need you naked.”
“Yes, please. Me, too,” I agree, pushing gently at his arm. “Three second break to get rid of these terrible clothes.”
“Two seconds,” he counters, pulling away just long enough to shove his pants off and toss them to the ground. Then, he turns back to me, helping drag my pajamas and panties the rest of the way down my legs.
And then we’re free to come back together with a sigh of relief.
“Damn, I missed you,” I say, as he nudges my thighs apart and settles between them, his erection thick and hot against my clit as I wrap my legs around his hips.
“Two seconds was too long,” he agrees, grinding against me, building the need already driving me wild. “Let’s never be apart again.”
“And never wear clothes,” I agree.
“Clothes are for losers.” He pulls back, catching my gaze as he reaches between us, positioning his cock at my entrance. “Is this okay? And we’ll take longer next time? I want to taste you and turn you on your stomach and bite every inch of your perfect ass and make you beg for me to fuck you, but right now I need to know this is real too much.”
I nod and wrap my arms around his neck. “Yes, me, too. Prove you’re not a dream, Theo McGuire.”
And he does.
The thick head of his cock stretches me just to the brink of discomfort, the way I remember it used to. But just like it used to, the sensation only intensifies the bliss of everything that comes after. Of feeling him pushing deep, stretching my inner walls, filling every inch of emptiness, flooding my entire being with joy.
“Oh God, you feel so good.” My throat tightens as I hold him close. “So perfect. How could I have lived fifteen years without this? Without you?”
“You were always with me, baby,” he says, kissing my forehead, my temple. “There wasn’t a day that went by when I didn’t wonder where you were and if you ever thought of me.”
“All the time,” I say, tears slipping down my cheeks. “I just didn’t think there was any path forward. I thought our lives were too different. I thought you’d moved on without me and the best thing I could do was stay away.”
He pulls back, brushing my hair from my face as he gazes down at me with the kindest eyes. “Some things, some people, you never get over. Those people are worth turning your life upside down for. But it took me time to realize that. If you’d come back five or six years in, I might not have been ready to make this choice. But now, I am.” He smiles as he shifts his hips forward, burying himself even deeper inside me. “I’m so ready, I wish we could head back to my place and start packing right now.”
Lashes fluttering, I reach down, gripping his ass in my hands. “Maybe not right now. Maybe we finish this first.”
“This is never going to be finished,” he says as he begins to move, fucking me with the perfect mix of confidence and gentleness that is Theo McGuire. “I’m going to be making love to you in one way or another every day from now until the day I die.”