Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“You were seriously packing lube?”
“I seriously want you.” He chuckled with me before adjusting our positions so he was spooned behind me, cock nestled between my legs, riding right below the crease of my ass and nudging against my balls. “Not fucking, I promise. But I like being close to you like this.”
“I like it too.” I relaxed into the embrace, enjoying how tightly he held me, lower arm snaking around my chest, hand right over my heart. His other arm draped over my hip, his hand stroking my cock from intrigued to raring to go. Turning my head, I sought his mouth until we were kissing, at first languid, a gradual build of desire, then demanding as pure need took over.
“God, the way you kiss me.” He kept his lips right next to mine. “You reel me in.”
“You saying I caught you?”
“Yep. Didn’t even know I was falling…” He sounded all dreamy, and knowing I did that to him made my dick that much harder. And made it that much easier to be honest.
“I’m falling too.” I matched his dreamlike tone, but I was deadly serious. I was falling hard for this man. The landing would suck, but until then, I wanted to stretch out, enjoy each second of freefall. Reading the signals in his breath and grip, I pushed back against him, tensing my ass and thigh muscles.
“Yeah, do that again.” He groaned, and I did too as his strokes sped up on my cock, the exact tempo and pressure I craved. “Shush. Can’t be too loud.”
“Says the moaner.”
“I am not.” His indignant tone made me laugh.
“Nah, you’re more of a screamer.”
“Am not.” He released my dick long enough to tickle my side until I wiggled and chuckled.
“Hey, that’s my signature move.” I did a terrible job of faking upset, making us laugh harder.
“I stole it.”
What he was really stealing was my heart, with each kiss and touch and silly word. I stopped wriggling and pulled him as close as two people could be. Forget fucking. This right here was making love. Each slide of Monroe’s cock between my legs, each tender kiss, each meaningful caress.
“Fuck. Knox. So good.” Monroe sounded both pained and awed, exactly how I felt too. He stroked my cock faster, adding the thumb action that always brought me closer to climax.
“Love your hand.” My breath came in harsh pants. “More. Faster.”
But instead of pushing me over the edge, he backed off, slower thrusts and lighter strokes. “We’ll get there. Not ready for it to be over.”
“Me either.” I meant so much more than the inevitable end of the fuck, and judging by the way he kissed me, he did too. So I let him set the pace for once, gave up any pretense of being in charge, and floated, luxuriating in that freefall. Fuck the landing. The fall was too damn good. I let it go on and on. Or rather, we went on and on, no let about it. This thing between us that was bigger than either of us.
Climax snuck up on me, a scary rush of sensation that had me clutching at his wrist. “Monroe.”
“I’ve got you.” He added to the promise with soft kisses and firm touches.
“Fuck me.” I had to say it, test out how it felt, let the quiver in my abs become the warmth of want.
“Yeah. Feel me?” Monroe adjusted his angle so his cock dragged hard against the underside of my balls, and I groaned, no longer in control of my volume. “Shush. Quiet.”
“Kiss me.” I was all need and breath and reckless want, and as soon as his lips met mine, I was pulsing in his hand, body shuddering.
“That’s it, Knox. Let go.” Monroe grunted, also not nearly quiet enough, as he came in a warm rush between my thighs. And as it turned out, the landing wasn’t deadly at all, instead soft as a cloud. My internal rhythm shifted, the song that always played in my head becoming a sweet lullaby to drift along to in a post-orgasmic haze.
“God. You’re beautiful.” Monroe kissed me with so much tenderness that he had to be hearing the melody too. “Love your face when you come.”
Love me. Love me. Love all of me, my heart chanted, the refrain of a song so sweet it hurt.
Chapter Twenty
Monroe
In all my years with the navy, I’d never had a real homecoming. Sure, my dad and his wife had attended my graduation from the academy, but it wasn’t the same as a special someone waiting at the docks or hangar for a return stateside. And when Knox beamed at me, glowing with pure pleasure, I finally understood what I’d been missing.
“You’re back.” Looking freshly showered with damp hair, Knox was almost to the bottom of the back stairs as I entered the kitchen.