Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75907 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75907 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
It’s been more than a dozen years, and yet it feels like no time has passed at all as his hands move down my side, then back up to cup my breast. I arch up into him, yearning for more, and he obliges, pinching my nipple through the fabric of my shirt and bra.
“Naked,” I murmur against his lips. “We have to get naked.”
“We will.” He nibbles down my jawline, returns to my neck, and his hand dives farther south and pops open the button of my jeans. “I remember every inch of your body, but I can’t wait to explore and rediscover you.”
“I’m not the same.” I gasp when his hand drifts under my panties and cups me, making everything in me tighten with anticipation. My hands dive into his thick, dark hair and hold on as he takes my body on one hell of a ride, even with my clothes still on.
He’ll destroy me once he gets me naked.
But what a way to go.
“I always loved this little birthmark,” he says, after pulling my shirt up and revealing the brown mark on my stomach. “It looks like Kentucky.”
I giggle, then sigh when he runs his tongue over that spot.
“They say that birthmarks are an indication of how you died in a previous life.”
He pulls up and raises an eyebrow as he studies me. “So, what do you think this one means?”
“I was probably stabbed.” I shrug. “But in a noble fashion, on a battlefield, fighting for King and country.”
“Huh.” He glances down at it once again and returns to kissing me. He peels my jeans down my legs and tosses them over his shoulder, then pushes my shirt up over my head, and I’m left lying here, just in my underwear.
And, miraculously, I’m not even a little self-conscious about it.
I reach for him, but he shakes his head.
“There is a zero percent chance that you’re going to let me be the only one naked here.” He smirks and gives in to me pulling his shirt off, then I climb up to my knees and reach for his pants.
“Fuck me, you’re beautiful.”
His words make me pause, my hands on the waistband of his pants, and I stare into his blue eyes. “You’re distracting me.”
“Sorry.” His lips twitch as I finish the job of getting Tanner down to his own underwear, and then we’re a tangle of limbs and tongues and moans as we tumble over the bed, hungry for each other in a way that hasn’t happened for me since I was with him when I was eighteen.
The passion, the utter need, is palpable in the room as I finally straddle his waist, and his hands immediately cup my ass, squeezing just hard enough to leave a little mark.
I freaking love that.
I grind against him, and even through two thin layers of cotton, I can feel the length, the outline of his cock, and it makes me crazy.
I need him inside of me.
But first, I want to have a little fun.
“I know that look,” he says, narrowing his eyes. “What are you about to do?”
“Relax. You’ll like it.” And with that, I move down his body, pull his boxer-briefs out of the way, and get to work on him.
“Holy shit.”
I always loved doing this to him. His cock is smooth and just the right size. And the noises he makes, the way he grasps onto my hair, makes me feel like a goddess.
Suddenly, he jackknifes and slides me onto my back, moves over me, and spreads my legs wide.
“My under—”
My panties rip in half, and before I can gasp in surprise, his mouth is on me.
“Oh, my God.”
Anthony never did this for me. Never. It’s been a long damn time, and I come almost immediately.
But he doesn’t stop. He adds two fingers now, and my head thrashes. I don’t know if I can take any more.
“You can,” he assures me. I had no idea I’d said that out loud. “Oh, you can, baby.”
It’s quite possible that Tanner has honed his skills over the past few years, and I want to sing hallelujah as he pushes me up and over another crest into oblivion.
When I’m able to open my eyes again, he’s hovering over me with a very satisfied grin on his handsome face.
“Well, that was fun,” I say. “As soon as my heart returns to normal, we can do other things.”
“I think your heart’s fine,” he murmurs as he maneuvers his way between my thighs and rests his heavy cock against me.
But he doesn’t slide inside. Not yet.
“Are you okay?” He brushes my hair off of my cheeks and kisses my nose.
“Oh, yeah.” I swallow hard, catching my breath. “Doing good here. You?”
“I’m fantastic.” He kisses me softly. “What’s the birth control situation?”
“I’m still on it.” I grin at him. “Got it covered.”