Total pages in book: 296
Estimated words: 284055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1420(@200wpm)___ 1136(@250wpm)___ 947(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 284055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1420(@200wpm)___ 1136(@250wpm)___ 947(@300wpm)
“I’m going to miss you,” he says, breaking the kiss. He rests his forehead against mine, and the deep breathing between us is all that can be heard as he waits for my response.
Swallowing, I do my best to keep my emotions at bay. “You’re supposed to be the strong one,” I tease, choking back tears.
He flashes a small, gentle smile. “Let’s not waste our last night together being sad, okay?”
I nod against his forehead. “Okay.”
Slowly, he strips me of my clothes. His movements are calculated but not rushed. Taking his time, he studies everything about me, placing it all into his memory. He kisses my neck before moving down to my shoulder and collarbone. My head falls back as I welcome his mouth on me, burning his touch into my skin.
Alex roams his hands around my waist and pulls me close. I grab his shirt, needing to feel his skin on mine. Pulling it over his head, he doesn’t waste a second before crushing his mouth back down. Our bodies mold together, hunger and desperation taking over our senses.
I wrestle with his belt and undo his jeans. A throaty moan escapes his lips when I pull his boxer shorts down and palm his cock. I want to memorize everything about him—the feel of his skin, the length of his hardness, the way his lips burn into my neck. It’s perfection.
Alex makes me feel like the only girl in the entire world, and I’ve never felt like that before. I know what we have is based on variables—being on vacation with limited time, meeting a sexy stranger, and knowing that whatever happens can only happen here—but that doesn’t mean I haven’t let thoughts of what-if escape me.
We were, in fact, slow dancing in a burning room.
It’s only a matter of hours before we leave everything we shared behind.
I push all those thoughts away, not wanting to think about it. Not tonight, anyway.
Moaning at the way his mouth devours mine, I absolutely love it when he palms my cheeks as if I’m the most precious and important thing to him—at this moment, at least. After he removes the rest of his clothes, he pushes us to the bed, and I adjust my body till we’re lying in the middle of the mattress and his body towers over mine. Though I’ve seen his naked body all week, I’ll never get tired of looking at him. He’s rock solid all over, has one small tattoo on his chest, and a small happy trail that leads all the way down to his glorious cock. Both of his ears are pierced, and with his blond hair and blue eyes, he’s the very definition of a Southern playboy. Always the smooth talker with his dirty words, yet he’s charming and polite. Everything about Alex Bishop screams perfection, and I’ve been the fortunate one to have his complete and undivided attention during this trip—something I sense many other women don’t get from him.
Even though it feels like it’s been a real-life fantasy, no one can ever take this week from me. It’s one I’ll hold in my heart forever, and once we leave this place, that’s where it’ll stay stored.
“River…” his deep voice murmurs against my lips.
“Mm?”
“You’re so beautiful,” he tells me—something he’s told me often, but not always believed.
I peel open my eyes and see him looking down at me with a small, crooked smile.
“You are too.”
His fingers brush over my lips softly, and when my breath hitches, he paints my mouth with his. Alex continues to devour me all night long, taking his time and building me up over and over again.
I’ve left scratch marks all over his back and arms, no doubt. His teeth and lips have left bruises—the good kind—over my neck, shoulders, and chest. I love feeling the scrape of his teeth along my back when he takes me from behind as if he can’t get enough of my skin against his.
He takes me slow, pushing inside me with firm thrusts, but doesn’t rush. Building me up ever so slowly yet pounding into me deeper as I ride out my orgasm. His fingers lace with mine as he brings my arms over my head and chases his release. As my thighs wrap around his waist, I dig my heels into his ass and push him inside deeper. His face twists as he howls out a guttural moan, his entire body tightening as he comes. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and now that I have the vision of Alex coming permanently etched into my memory, I don’t know that anything could ever come close to topping it.
Afterward, he always rubs his palm along my chest and stomach. He massages my breasts, flicking and sucking on my nipples, and runs his fingers along my hipbones. Tonight, he doesn’t disappoint, but rather, he holds me tight to his chest and rests his palm on my racing heart as if he’s storing the beats of it to his mind.