Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66570 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66570 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
“That’s the picture we took when we ate lobster!” she exclaimed.
“Well, Amy and I ate lobster,” I reminded Mia.
“I’ll eat more next time.”
“Okay.” I pressed a kiss to her head.
“I helped Holly pick the rug. I made sure it was soft and warm. And the blanket.”
“It’s all perfect,” Amy assured her.
“Will you use it?” Mia asked.
“Yes.”
The next while was filled with more talking, sharing, and laughing. Then Mia grew quiet, and after a while, Amy whispered, “She’s asleep.”
“I’m not surprised,” I whispered back. “She was so excited last night, it took forever to get her to sleep. She was up early, making sure the room was just right.”
Amy cupped my cheek, moving her fingers in restless circles. “It is. It’s a wonderful surprise. I meant what I said earlier. No one has ever done something so amazing for me.”
“You can bring whatever you want and make it your own space. I just asked Holly to help set up the basics.”
“It’s already beautiful. And so thoughtful.”
“It’s selfish. I miss you too much.”
She tilted her head, then leaned forward and kissed me. “Why don’t you tuck our girl in and meet me in our room? I want to be selfish too.”
The use of the word “our” did something to me. It unfurled a tightness in my chest I’d been carrying for a long time.
“Meet you there.”
AMY
I rested against the padded headboard, looking around Simon’s room. It was spacious, with a walk-in closet and a large master bath. His king-sized bed was a dream to sleep on. I couldn’t imagine him fitting on my double bed. He’d have to lie at an angle, and even then, his feet would hang out.
I heard his footsteps, and I straightened my shoulders and arranged myself in what I hoped was a seductive pose. I had bought a sexy nightgown—if you wanted to call the wisp of lace and fabric a nightgown. It was sheer and barely reached my thighs. The lace appliqués only highlighted my nipples instead of offering any modesty. But it was pretty, and I had a feeling Simon would enjoy taking it off.
He came in, shutting the door behind him. He was silent for a moment, appraising me. His gaze took in the diaphanous fabric, or the lack of it, really. A smile played on his lips as he strolled toward the bed, pulling his shirt over his head and crawling up the mattress toward me. The predatory gleam in his eyes made me shiver. He grasped my legs, stroking over the calves, then tugged my knees apart and fitted himself between them.
“I’m not the only one with a surprise tonight,” he muttered, tracing one long finger over the thin strap, then following the lace down and stroking my hardening nipple. “Shame, though.”
I met his eyes. “Shame? You don’t like it?”
“I love it. But it’s not going to last.” Then he was on me, his mouth hard on mine. His kiss was explosive. Possessive. Commanding. He kissed me as if he needed my mouth to survive. God knew it felt as if I needed his. I gripped his biceps, anchoring myself to him as he ravished my mouth. Licking, sucking, biting, his low groans and hot breath making me lose control. The thin fabric tore under his fingers as he split it down the back, ripping it from my body so our chests melded together. I slid my hands under his waistband, yanking his sweats down, the two of us managing to get them off without our mouths separating. His rougher skin rubbed against mine, his cock hot and heavy between us. I wrapped my hand around him, swirling my thumb on the tip as he groaned. He pulled his mouth from mine, kissing me everywhere. My neck, shoulders, ears, across my collarbone. He sucked my nipple into his mouth, his tongue playing with it until the hard peak was glistening and aching. He did the same with the other one as I caressed him, one hand on his dick while I stroked his balls, rubbed my feet along his legs, cupped his firm ass and begged him for more.
More of his mouth. His touch. His teeth.
And his cock. I needed it inside me. Filling me. Claiming me.
He sat back, his hair a mess from my hands, his lips swollen and wet.
“You want my cock, Amy? You want me inside you?”
“Yes,” I begged. “Take me, Simon. Make me yours.”
“Are you?” he challenged. “Are you mine?”
I knew what he wanted. What he needed. The words that were so important to him.
“Yes, I’m yours.” I met his intense gaze. “I love you.”
He gripped my legs and pulled me up his thighs, burying himself inside me. It was hard, deep, and perfect. He held my hips, thrusting into me, hitting my clit as he moved. I was awash in sensations, filled and wrapped in him, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed closer. I reached for him, and he knew. He slid his arms under me, pulling me to his chest, sinking even deeper inside me. I wrapped my legs around his hips and we moved, the rise and fall of our bodies in perfect sync. He lowered his head, capturing my mouth, and I was surrounded by him. Our skin rubbed with a delicious friction, our chests pressed tightly together. He held me in an iron grip, his mouth moving with mine, his tongue imitating his hips, thrusting, seeking, giving. I grasped at his shoulders, gripped his hair, stroked his wide back. I couldn’t get close enough. Feel him enough.