Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 84322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
I loved it.
I craved it. I wanted more, more, more — all of him, all of this, all of us.
It was wrong. It was betrayal. It was everything we were never supposed to do.
But when Tyler thrust into me again and again, then three final, hard times, filling me up completely before he pulled out and stroked his orgasm out until it spilled hot on my ass, I knew we’d take whatever punishment, whatever hell we’d wake up to the next morning.
We’d always choose this, time and time again, over and over, no matter what.
If I thought it was hard to forget Tyler Wagner before, it would be impossible now.
He’d ruined me.
Thoroughly and utterly destroyed me in every consumable way.
And I had never wanted anything more.
Everything was sore.
Just one stretch of my body in bed had my hips screaming, my legs aching, my ribs and back and arms protesting the movement. I didn’t know if it was from the run that I’d pushed myself too hard or from the multiple rounds of Tyler and me exploring each other throughout the night — perhaps a combination of the two.
All I did know was that I was deliciously sore, deliciously sated, and that Tyler was wrapped around me like a giant, warm, protective bear.
He spooned me from behind, his bare skin hot to the touch and slick from us being fused together all night. His arm wrapped around my waist, tucking me into him with his hand palming my breast. His legs were threaded with mine, curled and tangled, and after my little stretch, I already felt him growing hard, his erection pressing between my cheeks.
For a long moment, I just lie there — knowing we were both awake, that the sunshine streaming in through my still-open curtains was too much to sleep through. But I didn’t want to move, to lose that time in space where Tyler was mine, and I was his, and we were wrapped up in each other under the covers with the waves lapping at the shore outside our window.
Tyler groaned when I wiggled in his grasp again, my ass rubbing against his erection, and his hand traveled every curve of my body as I turned in his hold to face him. He was still lying there with his eyes closed, but a lazy smile was on those perfect lips.
“Mornin’, beautiful.”
I bit my lip, heart soaring at the greeting.
Tyler Wagner was in bed with me, and everything about waking up next to him felt good and right and real.
“Good morning,” I whispered back.
I trailed my hands up over his shoulders and into his hair before I drew lazy lines on his back, and he sighed happily, holding me tighter.
“That feels nice.”
I smiled just as he creaked one eye open, and then the next, and those warm, brown eyes roamed my face with adoration as the morning sun reflected in the golden specks around his irises.
But then, they shot open wide, and in the next instant he was balanced on his elbows over me, hands and eyes roaming my body with worry etched in his brow.
“Fuck, Jasmine,” he said, touching places on my neck, my collarbone, my hips and thighs. “God. I’m so sorry. It looks like I fucking mauled you.”
I blushed, giggling and wrapping my arms around his neck. His brows were still furrowed when he met my gaze, but I just reached up to press my lips to his.
We both inhaled at the contact, sweet, content sighs coming from our chests in the next breath.
“It was the best mauling of my life,” I whispered.
He smiled, but shook his head, pulling back to look me over again. “Are you hurt?”
“I’m fine,” I insisted, tilting his chin to look at me again. “Better than fine. Sore as hell, yes, but…” I stopped, smiling as our eyes searched one another’s, because I knew I didn’t need to say another word for him to understand.
A relieved sigh left him, and he moved until he was settled between my thighs, his hands framing my face, fingers in my hair, thumbs tracing lines on my jaw. “Last night was amazing.”
I nodded, smiling as a blush shaded my cheeks. “It was.”
“I’ve missed you so much, Jaz,” he said next, his brows pinching together. “When you left, I always thought you’d come back. I just assumed you’d be back for the next holiday, or birthday, or to visit your aunt or Morgan. I thought I’d see you again, and I’d be able to explain, and then we’d…”
He swallowed, and I squeezed where I held his waist over me.
“After a year went by and you didn’t come back, didn’t answer my texts or my calls… I knew I needed to let you go.” He shook his head. “But fuck, I never learned how to. You’re impossible to forget, Jasmine. Impossible to get over.”