Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 49826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
I looked down at him with my hands planted on his chest as I felt him grow harder inside me. He reached up to brush the hair behind my ear before cupping my cheek, and my heart melted as my body grew flush with need. “Take as much as you want.”
I didn’t know what he meant by those words until he put his other hand on my hip and guided me up and down on his length, filling me until there was no place left that he didn’t touch. I guess words weren’t needed; I was sure he could see everything I felt written plainly on my face.
Our eyes held as we moved together as one and that hand on my cheek brought my head down to meet his. There was something different in his kiss, something soft, beautiful, his lips like gossamer wings as they played over mine. This was a side of him I’d not seen before, but a side I could very easily become addicted to.
The things it did to my heart, the wonder I felt at sharing this with him not long after I’d borne the pain of thinking we were over, that I’d lost him forever. My thoughts raced themselves around my head until he deepened the kiss, and I got caught up, got lost in us and what we were doing to each other.
I didn’t care anymore if I was being too easy or not; if he’d see me as a pushover, I’d come too close to losing this to pretend any longer. As if reading my thoughts, he lifted my head away from his and looked into my eyes as he said words that soothed the raw places inside. “I won’t ever hurt you like that again.”
Those words filled me with such hope and conjured visions of a future together, and I couldn’t hold back the joy that filled me to overflowing. My body took over, and I moved with more assurance, let myself go, and just went where he led me. I didn’t doubt that he meant it, that it was a promise I could count on because I never once doubted the man I’d fallen in love with that long-ago day before misunderstandings got in the way.
This is the Nick I’d dreamt of. These are the moments I’d longed to share, and I felt a little piece of my broken heart mend.
NICK
“Come home with me.” We laid wrapped around each other on the bed in the little house her aunt had left her, listening to the rhythm of the falling rain as it beat against the rooftop. The room was warm and cozy, and with the darkness outside the window, there was a sense of being alone in the world, just her and I.
There was still a lot left to be said between us, but we could do that back at the mansion just as well. She’d been quiet since our last round of lovemaking, not that she was ever a chatterbox around me, but her quietness is the kind you can feel. It was making me very uncomfortable.
I knew better than anyone that I had a lot to make up for, but if she pulled away from me now, I’m not sure that I could handle it. There hadn’t been enough time between the old lady’s visit and my coming here for me to put all the pieces together, and now that I’d had her and had reclaimed her physically, all that was left was to clear up all the misunderstandings between us.
“And if I say no?” Well, now, that didn’t sound like my Ellie. There was a new strength in her tone, and for a second, I wondered where she got the gumption. The sweet girl I know would never go against me in this way. It was then I realized that while I’d been watching and reading her, while I could see the give in her, she could also see the weakness in me, my one and only weakness, her, and now the child. She had me by the short ones, and she apparently knew it.
“I could always drag you back.” She tensed and moved to look up at me, but I put my hand on the back of her head that laid on my chest and held her in place. We were in a tug of war for a good two minutes before I subdued her by throwing my leg over hers and pretty much covered her much smaller body with mine to keep her in place.
I was on the brink of panic before I felt the telltale shaking of her body. “You little shit!” She was laughing at me. My own reaction was new to me; this wavering between panic and excitement was also new, but the feeling of walking on eggshells I could do without.