Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 104766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
CHAPTER 43
DREW
YOU WERE BORN TO BE REAL. NOT TO BE PERFECT.
Tess wraps her legs around my waist, and you know she’s wearing shorts, so my hands automatically go to her smooth legs. I run my palms over the thighs wrapped around me, back and forth, our kisses becoming more heated.
I’m tall enough that when I press forward, my erection flirts with her pussy, and it’s a damn shame her shorts are denim ’cause, damn, I’d love to feel her through thinner fabric.
“I’m so turned on right now,” she moans. “You have no idea.”
Oh, I have some idea.
“Are you?”
There's been a magnetic pull between us since she picked me up at the airport; a current of excitement that's been impossible to ignore. I take a step closer, my heart pounding as I reach out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
She’s so fucking pretty.
Her breath hitches when I move my hands, sliding them up her waist and over her rib cage.
Our tongues mingle…
Hot and wet and frantic.
Tess's arms wrap around my shoulders, pulling me closer still—as if that were even humanly possible—desire coursing through my veins. My lower half.
My cock.
Obviously.
I deepen the kiss, my fingers tangling in her hair as I lose myself in the taste and feel of her. There's an urgency to our make-out session, a desperation that's been building between us since the moment we met.
We're breathless, our foreheads resting against each other's.
I could literally tear her clothes off right now. I want her so bad.
"I want you so bad," I admit, my voice a whisper in the quiet room. "I want to hold you and kiss you and touch you.”
Fuck if I don’t.
“Say yes.”
And then, with a small nod, her lips find mine once more, the kiss turning deeper, more fervent. Our bodies press against each other, a tangible reminder of the connection that's been building between us.
My hands slide down her back, my fingers tracing the contours of her body, and a soft moan escapes her lips. The sound sends a jolt of desire straight to my core, and I deepen the kiss, my lips trailing down her jawline, her neck.
Tess's fingers find their way to the hem of my shirt, her touch igniting a fire within me. With a sense of urgency, I pull away just long enough to rid myself of the fabric that separates us, yanking it over my head and tossing it to the kitchen floor.
Then I remove hers.
Her hands go behind her, and within seconds, her bra joins our shirts on the ground.
Skin on skin, we slowly, almost hesitantly, explore each other's bodies.
I'm overwhelmed by a mix of desire and tenderness.
On one hand, I want to fuck her hard.
On the other—she’s pregnant.
I don’t want to hurt her.
You can’t hurt her. And you can’t get her pregnant. She’s already pregnant, you idiot.
Still.
The urge to be gentle has me tentatively inching forward, my fingers tracing down her collarbone to her breasts. I trace the curve, drawing a line to her nipples, round and round the areola.
So pretty…
Her breath hitches as she watches me touch her, her back arching.
It's more than just physical intimacy—it's a way for us to bridge this gap that’s been wedged between us.
A way for us to reconnect.
Out of all the Colters, I’m the most sentimental, and yeah, it can be a drag, but it can also save a situation.
Tess's fingers dance across my skin, her touch setting every literal nerve in my body on fire.
I’m combustible.
Our kisses turn languid, filled with a mix of longing and since both of us are hurting it makes sense that we’re both a bit desperate.
Her hands frantically push down the waistband of my boxer shorts.
Like I said—desperate.
Or maybe it just feels that way.
There isn’t much foreplay—we’re too interested in getting naked and getting my dick inside her vagina for that. Foreplay can come later, Tess wants it now…
God it feels so good having her body pressed against mine, the cold air hitting my ass cheeks as my shorts go down to my ankles.
My dick is so hard…
It seeks her heat because that’s what it was born to do.
Tess scoots her ass closer to the edge of the counter, wiggling her hips, still wearing her bottoms—they have to get gone.
She lifts her hips; hooks her fingers into her denim shorts and shimmies them down her hips, frenziedly to get them off.
Now we’re both naked with pants around our ankles, like two thirsty teenagers who have to sneak around on their parents to screw—and get it done quickly so no one walks in.
I swear to god I’m already thrusting, and I’m nowhere near inside her yet…
“Do it already,” she whines. “Oh god—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to blurt that out.”
It’s fine. Seriously, it’s fine. She’s only saying what I’m thinking. That I want to fucking do it already and sink into her…