Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Just thinking about that bastard putting his hands on her, hitting her, bruising her, had him so pissed his body felt hot, his muscles tensed, and he was ready to drive to that prick’s place right now.
“I think I just need some time to think, Big.” She went to move past him, and Big would have let her go, intending to give her that space. But at the last minute, he changed his mind, knew he wouldn’t let her push this aside and think about anything.
He grabbed her wrist, stopping her, tugging her backward toward him. She spun on her heels, stared at him with her wide blue eyes, and tried to pull her arm free.
“No, Big. I just need to think. I need to wrap my mind around everything.”
He pulled her forward so her body slammed into his. She braced her hands on his chest, but he still had his fingers wrapped around her wrist, keeping her close to him, right up against his body.
“Tell me you don’t still love me. Tell me you don’t want me and I’ll fucking let you live your life.” Those words were most likely a lie, because even if she said those things, he didn’t think he could let her walk away.
She didn’t answer right away, and as the seconds ticked by, he knew Claire was still right here with him, still feeling the things that had made them inseparable back then.
“Time doesn’t change how I feel for you, Claire,” he said in a soft voice, hoping to not seem so aggressive. He didn’t want to push her away, didn’t want her to give up on them. “I fucked up by letting you go, baby.” He cupped the side of her face, and he was glad she didn’t pull away. “I should have told you I loved you and wanted you as my old lady. I shouldn’t have let the time pass. I shouldn’t have told you all of this after the fact. You know how hardheaded I am and what an asshole I can be.”
“Yeah, I do.”
He chuckled and smoothed his finger over her cheek, loved that she leaned into his touch. “I really screwed up when I didn’t go after you and tell you all of this, but I can’t change the past. I can only do what’s right and what you deserve now.”
“Big…” She breathed out his name, and he loved it, loved her. “I should walk away and not look back. You hurt me, and for a long time, I wanted to hate you.” She looked up at him with those big blue eyes. “I tried to put you behind me.”
Tried.
“I know, Claire, and I’m sorry I put you in that situation.” Big didn’t hold himself back. He slammed his mouth on hers, kissed her with all the pent-up emotion and desire he had for her, all that he’d had for these last two years. Fuck, he kissed her with everything that he was.
She struggled against him for a second, managing to break the kiss. They looked at each other, their faces so close together they breathed the same air. “Is this for real, Big?”
He smoothed his finger over her cheek. “This is fucking real, baby. As real as it gets.” He speared his hand in her hair, tugged at the strands so her head was forced to tilt back, and claimed her mouth again. He stroked her lips and inside her mouth with his tongue, loved that she moaned, that she fucking pressed her tits harder against his chest.
“I want you, Claire. I want you like how we used to be.”
She breathed out hard. “God, I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you, too, baby.”
“I have thought about you and wanted you this whole time. I haven’t been able to live a normal life because you’re always on my mind.”
“Me too, baby.” He kissed her again, harder this time, just like how he used to back in the day. “You miss the way I used to spank your ass, made it red, and sometimes bruised it?”
She moaned against his mouth and nodded.
“You miss the way I’d tie you up and restrain you so I could do whatever the fuck I wanted to do to you?”
She nodded again, held on to his shirt, pulling him tighter, closer to her. “You know me. Know what I like. I want it rough—”
“But only from me, baby. You only want it rough and hard from me.”
She groaned, dug her nails, and pressed her breasts more firmly, impossibly so, into his chest.
“I’m going to fuck you and remind you what you’ve been missing.”
“I think I’ll be the one who’ll be reminding you, Big. You know my pussy is the juiciest and tightest you’ve ever had.”
He grunted. “God, no one compares to you, Claire.” With that, he grabbed her ass, clenched the mounds covered in denim, and hauled her sweet body up his. He kissed her back like he had all those years ago, like he was starving for her, desperate for her.