Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 133321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 667(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 667(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Cupping her hands behind her back, I yank her to me hard and fast, her naked breasts smashed to my chest. I’m about to kiss her and turn her over and spank her when she says everything I didn’t know I needed to hear in a mere three words. “I was lost without you.” A moment later, she pushes to her toes and presses her soft lips to mine.
Just like that, she spreads a softer, sweeter emotion through me and that dark hardness only she understands submits to her. She owns me. There was a time when I might have tried to fight such an absolute need, but there was never a chance. Not with Mia.
I tear away her jacket and toss it aside, cupping her head and slanting my mouth over her mouth, drinking her in, drugging myself with that sweetness of hers that is so damn perfect. The kind of sweetness that brings a man to his knees and I’m already there. I’ve been there. Her fingers tangle in the thick strands of my hair and it’s as if we’re swept into a far, far land, in the middle of an ocean where only we exist. Where we’re drowning in each other.
It’s Mia that ends that kiss, tearing her lips from mine and reaching for my tie. Impatient, I grab it and yank it out of my collar. Another time, I’d use that tie, I’d twist it around her wrists. Five minutes ago, before her confession, before her kiss, I’d been in that place where the past year fucks with my head. A place where I’d lost her and my father. I’d have done just that. I’d have used sex to take us away, to consume us, and run from the pain. Instead, I’m here, I’m present, and I don’t want to be anywhere but here and present.
I’ve barely tossed it aside when she’s fumbling with my buttons. “Why are you not naked right now?”
“You first,” I murmur, turning her around and unzipping her skirt. She kicks off her heels and when my hands slide under the material, I slide it, and it alone since she’s still pantyless, down her hips. She steps out of it and when I might otherwise hold her here, I don’t. Not now. That’s not what I want now. She rotates to face me and just her standing there willingly naked and vulnerable is enough. I don’t care about control right now. And my need for that is a dangerous black hole I need to avoid.
Trust.
I have to give it to get it.
I have to remember that my walls created her fears.
I unbutton my shirt and then just tear my shirt over my head. I’ve barely tossed it aside and she’s pressed against me, soft and warm. She presses her lips to mine again, and the minute her tongue strokes mine, that need only she stirs inside me explodes. I just plain burn for Mia, a soul-deep, feel-her-in-every-part-of-me burn for this woman. I let her taste that on my lips, feel that in my touch, I hold back nothing, and it’s not long before my pants are gone. I sit down in that chair where we’ve made love and fucked—sometimes all in the same night, so many times—and take her with me.
She straddles me and I wrap my arm around her tiny waist, anchoring her, kissing her nipple and suckling before I lift her and press inside the wet heat of her body. She slides down against me, taking every inch of me inside her and settling snuggly against my hips. My hand splays between her shoulder blades, erasing the separation between us by molding all her soft curves to every hard part of me.
“I could live inside you,” I growl softly, my mouth slanting over her mouth, my tongue stroking deep, and we sink into that deep, drugging place where there is nothing but us, nothing but our need for each other. We sink into that burn that has nothing to do with fucking, and everything to do with just how insanely deep this bond we share has become. I don’t taste distrust. I don’t taste our separation. I taste our future. I taste our hunger. Hers. Mine. Ours. I drink it in, I drink us in, and she does the same, our bodies swaying together. Our tongues savoring each other.
My lips caress her neck, her shoulder, her pebbled nipple. I caress every inch of soft skin I can find but it’s when she murmurs, “Grayson,” again, like she really was lost without me, and now she’s found, that I truly unravel in the best of ways.
My fingers wrap her silky brown hair, and I bring her mouth to my mouth. “I was lost without you, too, Mia,” I confess, and then I’m kissing her again, and she’s kissing me, in a collision of need, an explosion of passion. The air shifts, the demand between us fierce. I pull her down onto me and thrust into her over and over until she gasps and buries her face in my neck. Her body trembles, her sex clenching around my cock. I groan with the feel of her squeezing me and shudder into release.