Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
It made no sense to me. What was I hoping for? Peace? Forgiveness? For what?
Work still weighed on my mind, though not as heavily here. I took a few phone calls—a couple that made me angry or pensive, but then Raine would pour a glass of wine, point out the ridge of a cliff he swore looked like a dinosaur, and poof…my worries disappeared. He was unconsciously affectionate, funny, and always curious. His smile radiated from him like sunbeams and I was a sun-starved translucent creature, adjusting to the light. Or a vampire with a shot at becoming human again.
Something inside me relaxed. I didn’t have a word for it, but I liked how I felt with him near. Carefree and sort of silly. Like Raine.
I liked his wicked sense of humor and the devilish glint in his eyes when he dragged me to yet another tourist trap. I liked his toothbrush next to mine in the bathroom of a place that felt like ours rather than mine. I liked picking out milk at the market, arguing over who made better coffee, and bickering over who was the real blanket thief.
“It’s you.” Raine climbed atop me, naked and laughing. His cheeks were flushed from the blowjob I’d accidentally interrupted by pushing the cover over his head so I could see his talented mouth in action. “You’re the blanket hog.”
“That’s not very nice,” I chided playfully, rolling over to slide between his legs and pin his arms next to his head. “Now…where were we? Oh, yes, I was about to—”
I leaned in to nuzzle his neck and at the last second, blew a raspberry instead.
Raine yelped, arching and purring when his erection nudged mine. So I did it again. And again.
“Oh, fuck, oh, fuck. Just…fuck me.”
I suited up in a flash, adding lube and fingering his hole till he chanted my name. I kissed him hard and hungry, then motioned for him to lie on his stomach.
Christ, he was beautiful. Slim and sinewy yet strong. My gaze flitted over his shoulders and down his spine, lingering on the dimples at his lower back and finally on his perfect bubble butt. I might have been taller and bigger than him, but we fit like a glove. I trembled with anticipation as I tapped his entrance with the tip of my dick and eased inside my lover.
I kissed his nape and nibbled his earlobe, waited for his signal to move before pulling out slowly and pushing in again. And again. I dragged my cock along his sweet spot, loving his soft moans as I gradually upped the tempo. Not too fast. We’d been going at it like bunnies for days now, and I didn’t want to hurt him. Of course, Raine grunted for more, reaching behind to smack my thigh.
I chuckled softly and pulled out. “Turn around.”
He obeyed, spreading his legs wide and clutching my arse. I smiled and probably called him cheeky or something ridiculous that he seemed to like, and we just stared at each other and laughed. It felt more intimate than anything we’d ever done. It was as if I could see a window to his soul and—no.
That was…nonsense.
Maybe so, but my heart swelled in my chest with every stroke and sigh. I pistoned my hips faster in a weak attempt to outrun my swirling thoughts. He met me thrust for thrust, his eyes locked on mine as we came together, hot and hungry, grinding and groaning in a feverish quest for something just out of reach.
I licked his lips, jacking his cock. “Come for me, love.”
His eyelids fluttered as he panted my name and fell apart in my arms. My orgasm hit me a moment later and yes, it was everything I loved about sex. The rush of adrenaline and the feeling of floating somewhere above it all.
But this felt different. This was Raine.
Somehow he was the significant detail. He was a piece to a puzzle I’d been working on for decades. He was the link to a murky past and hopeful future. He was a beginning and an end and he was…mine.
My eyes snapped open in a panic.
He draped himself over me like a greedy cat with his head on my chest, one arm and one leg pinning me in place. I was too wrung out and sated in the aftermath to mind the weight of him, but my heart beat like a drum as my mind tripped over what I wanted and what could never be.
The truth was…I wanted to hold him while he slept. I wanted to count the faint freckles on his nose and admire his long eyelashes. I wanted to feel his breath on my cheek and his heart beating against mine.
I wanted…Raine.
I brushed his hair from his forehead and pressed a kiss on his brow, wondering why this suddenly seemed so complicated.