Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 90434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Something woke me in the middle of the night. On my left, his side was empty. I ran a hand over the Pratesi sheets and found it cold. His scent, sandalwood and something else, something subtle and rich, drifted up from the ivory super fine cotton.
It’s a credit to my steely nerves that I didn’t instantly go into full-blown panic; I was starting to become as paranoid as he was. The remnants of sleep evaporating instantly, I jumped out of bed in search of him. The empty spare bedroom made a small nervous flutter in my stomach kick up. So did his empty study and the den. I breathed a loud sigh of relief when I found him in the main living room, facing the wall of windows that overlooked the lake. Naked, he stood with his back to me staring out the window.
The light that the harvest moon cast outlined the angular edges of his body in silver. With his head resting on the glass, he was lost in thought, a million miles away.
“Sebastian,” I called out softly.
He turned and watched as I walked up to him. In his gaze was a lifetime’s worth of longing. We stood before each other frozen, neither one of us brave enough to make the first move. Gathering the U of Texas t-shirt I had worn to bed, I pulled it over my head and dropped it.
A switch flipped. Lips crashed together, almost painfully so. His body, unbelievably hard, pressed between us. He moaned. A broken little sigh came afterwards. Fingers shoved through hair. He tugged my head back, exposing my neck. It was my turn to sigh with relief. I melted into him, offering myself to him without reserve. He nipped the delicate skin of my neck, and placed a string of kisses down to my collarbone. He grabbed my lacy panties in both hands and pulled them apart. Then he wrapped me in his arms, lifted me, and held me effortlessly against his body.
“I’ll buy you another pair,” he said with a half grin.
“You owe me ten,” I teased.
My back was pushed against the cold glass. A shiver shot up my spine. In front of me, his skin was on fire, my nipples hypersensitive to the heat coming off of him. Under different circumstances I might have checked for a fever. Leaning into his chest, I took the warmth and safety he offered. His heart, beating strongly, gave me everything else I needed and wanted.
While he made love to the side of my throat, his erection pressed against my body exactly where I needed him. I hooked my heels into the beautiful, round muscles of his rear end rubbed against him. His hands left my face and burned a path down my body, squeezing breasts, skating between the cheeks of my rear end and lower. He pushed his pelvis into me. Spread me wider. His fingers, slick from my arousal, rubbed all the way down between my cheeks to where our bodies met––teasing me into a state of sexual madness. It had been too long since I’d had him inside of me.
When I couldn’t take anymore, he pulled back far enough that the broad head of his erection breached my entrance. His supplicating eyes connected with mine. “You’re the only reason I keep breathing,” he murmured in a rough-hewn voice. He watched me closely to make sure the words sunk in, that I understood the gravity of his admission. The harvest moon wouldn’t let us keep any secrets, didn’t allow us to hide any of our most intimate thoughts and feelings behind the cloak of night. It cast a spotlight on the tears welling at the corners of my eyes…and his.
Without further delay, he drove his hard body into mine, filling me so completely that I felt a twinge of pain at first. Tangled up in each other, he held me securely while he pumped into me over and over, pushing me faster and faster towards sweet oblivion.
“I’m a bastard, and a possessive son of a bitch,” he said, grunting with each determined thrust of his hips. “But I love you more than life itself…and there isn’t anything I won’t do to keep you,” The pressure building in my body coiled tighter and tighter until I was whimpering encouragement and incoherent nonsense. “Come for me, baby,” he murmured in that sexy voice of his, the rasp more pronounced.
At his command, demanding me to take my pleasure, the coil unraveled, a Catherine wheel spinning out of control, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my body. I screamed his name out and dug my short nails into the muscles of his shoulders. Following me to bliss, he shoved home one more time and shouted at the point of release.
Breathing heavily, we stayed glued together for a long time, long after I stopped feeling the cool glass on my back, long after he softened and slipped out of my body. When his legs began to tremble, he carried us to the couch where we crashed for the rest of the night.