Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 82271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Kind of like us.
Or the state of us for years.
She stops when we reach the end of a knoll that leads out to a lake that looks like glass. The stars even shimmer against the reflection of the water, casting even a bigger spell around us.
This moment seems significant somehow.
She takes a step away from me, her lips still puffy and raw from my mouth, her hair in a wild disarray around her… she’s never looked more beautiful, more sexy… or more alive. Her eyes glisten when they meet mine, her head tilts back so that our gazes are melded together.
“Ari—” I begin in a soft voice, stepping forward because I can’t help myself.
I want to touch her again.
I need to touch her again.
She takes a step back from me and shakes her head.
“No words,” she whispers to me.
I watch her closely, wondering where this will lead.
“For once, let’s just feel our way through this,” she says in a voice I’ve never heard her use—it’s raw and husky with emotion… and desire. “Just touching each other, really feeling each other… the way we always have with just our eyes… The way…
I wait for her to continue.
“We’ve always wanted to.”
If those are the last words I hear, I’ll die a happy man.
She reaches out and takes my hand when she sees the desire beaming out of my eyes. I can’t even hide it. Or disguise the way I feel.
I don’t care if she knows how much I want her.
How much she means to me.
Because I just need her now.
I need her to be mine.
Instead of letting her lead me to the water, I let go of my tightly wound control and pull her into my arms and unleash the force of my passion. My fucking need.
This is not about sex.
This is about something more. Something deeper. It’s about that thing that rattles your soul, penetrates your blood, until you’re just one with the emotion—with the need and there’s no way out… but together.
She’s the reason I feel.
She’s the reason why my lyrics hurt.
She’s the fire in my blood.
My lips crash into hers, and I don’t hesitate. I let it all out. I let her feel me… really feel me, uncensored, unleashed… raw.
Just like the night sky.
My hands reach up and cup her cheeks, run through her soft, silky hair before moving down her back to grab that delectable ass of hers. I pull her into me; I want her to feel how hard I am for her. I want her to know what she does to me. How crazy she makes me with need.
And desire.
This fucking desire that won’t stop no matter how hard I’ve tried to make it.
She moans into my mouth and my tongue sweeps in and I claim her.
I really claim her, tasting every part of her.
Owning her soul.
I never want her to forget this kiss.
I never want her to forget this moment.
I pull down her shirt, her pants and she fumbles with my clothes until we’re both standing naked, bodies illuminated by the shimmer of the water, just kissing each other with a passion that’s built up for years.
I place a trail of kisses down her neck as her head falls back, and she gives me more access, my tongue, my lips moving over that silky skin of hers until I find her nipple and pull, lick, tug, lavishing her the way she deserves. Her hands move to my hair, gripping my head hard as she moans in pleasure and I just want to give her more.
My mouth trails down her stomach until I’m right where I’ve always wanted to be. On my knees before her, licking and tasting her sweetness until she’s begging me for more and she’s coming in my mouth.
I have never felt so high or so aroused.
“Please…” she whimpers against the night.
I stand up again and lift her up into my arms as she wraps her legs around my waist, my hands firmly holding her ass.
“Please, what?” I whisper against her mouth. “Tell me what you want.”
“You,” she can barely manage the word.
“What do you want from me?” I demand to know.
Her eyes open and meet mine.
“I want…” her voice trails off.
“What do you want, Ari?” my voice is husky and filled with longing.
“I want you inside me.”
Chapter Eighteen
Ari
I want you inside me, I scream over and over in my mind.
I want you inside me now, Sookie! I want to yell this at him as I try to push down on his hard cock. I whimper in frustration and longing.
In freaking need.
But he shakes his head and smiles in such a way that I know I’m in trouble.
He’s going to make me wait. Or beg.
I’ll do both. I’ll do anything he wants if he’ll just.
Oh, God…
Yes. If he’ll just do that. Like that, right there. Exactly that.