Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 119152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 596(@200wpm)___ 477(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 596(@200wpm)___ 477(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
“What do you mean?” I ask, looking up at him.
My breath hitches as his head bows and his lips press against mine. “For starters, always remember to stay low to the ground and find an exit.” His lips trail along my chin to my collarbone. “If you’re in a closed room, check for smoke. Never open the door if there’s visible smoke.” He slides lower, pressing kiss after kiss between my breasts. “Determine whether there’s a window in the room or you can make it to an exit. If you’re too high above the ground, always send an SOS so the firemen know there’s someone in the room.”
“What if there’s no smoke?” I breathe, my eyes closing as his mouth covers my breast.
“Take a towel or something thick to cover the doorknob and open the door.”
“And if I can’t?” I moan.
He pulls my nipple between his teeth and gently bites. “You can.” Dragging his mouth to my navel, his tongue wets a path to the lining of my pajama pants and pulls them down. “You need to be aware of where the fire is. Always stay low to the ground.” As if to emphasize, he pulls at my panties and covers my sex with the warmth of his mouth. My back arches off the bed at the first sweep of his tongue.
“What if it’s too hot? What if the flames are all-consuming?”
“Then you find another way. You search for a place away from the fire and wait for help. You wait for me because I will find you. I’ll fuckin’ save you. Every single time.”
I cry out as his tongue slides between my folds. His thumb finds my clit and presses hard, and I detonate. His name falls off my lips in a hoarse sob as my body lifts off the bed.
His mouth is suddenly gone, and I open my eyes to find him tearing off his boxers. He climbs my still quivering body, using his knees to spread my thighs. My eyes fall shut as he slides past my slick entrance. The slowness of each thrust sends ripples of pleasure down my spine.
“Ben,” I plead, wrapping my arms around him, in desperate need of his mouth. He grants my wish, fusing his lips to mine. My emotions run so high, even this close isn’t enough, which starts to scare me.
“Mak, open your eyes.”
“I can’t. This is too much.”
“Open your eyes, babe.” I’m too afraid of what I’ll see. Scared of being hurt again. “Mak, please.”
I fight through my fears and look back at him. My chest squeezes at the way he stares down at me. “Ben, what are we doing here?”
He slowly pulls out, then eases back in with such tenderness. “We’re making up for lost time. Rediscovering. Realizing this pull continues to grow harder to deny.” He pumps in and out, his lips falling to brush against mine. The friction between us is like heaven. The way he fills me, his cock stroking my walls. Pleasure falls off my lips as a breathless moan builds. I worry something this good can’t be bad. But is it our explosive sexual attraction calling the shots or our hearts?
“Get out of your head, Mak. I know you’re searching for any reason to say this is a bad idea.”
“And how do you know it’s not—ahhh. . .” I exhale sharply as he rears back and slams home.
“Because nothing this mind-blowing can be bad. Whatever this is, it’s something I want to explore. I’ve fought this for too long, and I’m done denying us. I know you have doubts. But going forward, we work those out together.”
His palm falls to my breast. He squeezes it and drops his mouth. “We don’t have a good record, you and I,” I moan as his tongue circles my nipple.
“That’s why we’re changing courses.” His hips roll back, and my reply gets trapped in my throat as he powers inside me. “I’m just as scared, Mak. My life. . . it’s only taught me shit like this turns out ugly. But with you, I see things differently. I just want to make you mine so I can protect you. Cherish you. Make every day as beautiful as I can.”
God, why is everything he’s saying going straight to my heart? I’ve never felt this way. The things he’s offering. . . I want them all so bad. I crave it. And if I don’t take a chance, I may never have it. I raise my hips to meet his. “You know this is crazy, right?”
His hand slides past my ribcage to cup my ass and pull me closer. “Well, I’m crazy about you, so it sounds like a perfect idea. What do you say? Truce?” I feel like I’m willing to agree to anything as long as he keeps this rhythm up. He picks up the pace, and I bite down on my lower lip, fighting back my pending orgasm. “Gonna need an answer, babe. I’d hate to have to stop if you’re not interested.”