Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
“I trust you, Coleson.”
My heart swells, and fuck me, it feels like she just knocked down a wall. “You do?”
She nods. “Yes, and I want to feel you fill me.”
My hand shakes at my side as I cup her jaw with the other, rubbing my thumb along her bottom lip while I give her a moment to change her mind. Surely she will, but then she stands up on the bench and wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me flush to her body. I take her ass in my hands and squeeze her in my palms. She reaches between us, her eyes never breaking the intense contact we have before she grabs my throbbing cock in her hand. She hooks her legs at my waist, and I groan as she guides me to her entrance.
Time stands still as I thrust into her soft heat, her pussy squeezing me inch by inch. Once I’m in to the hilt, I take her by the back of her other knee and wrap her leg around my waist. She digs her heels into my ass as I press her into the cool tile. I grip her ass as I thrust up into her and then pull back out, the sounds of our flesh smacking together loud in the shower enclosure. I’m lost, the feel of her hot and slick around my cock so damn good, I don’t ever want to feel anything else. Her nails bite into my shoulders, and her cries are intoxicating. I watch her tits bounce as I fuck her hard, with a need I never knew I could possess for her.
“Harder. I’m almost there.”
Her words burn through me, and I do as she asks. I slam into her and pull back out, repeating the motion as she moves her sweet hips to meet me. “Come for me, Eliza. I’m right behind you,” I groan, digging my fingers into her ass as I hammer into her. She arches off the wall, and I capture one of her nipples in my mouth. I flick my tongue against her peak. And when she squeezes me hard, coming around my cock, I moan deeply against her skin, and I lean back to thrust up hard into her. I explode inside her, filling her. We both moan as the pleasure courses through us.
I still in her before pressing my forehead into hers. I throb inside her as she pulsates around me. I open my eyes to find her watching me, her eyes dark, hooded, and focused on me. I move my nose along hers before kissing the tip then her top full lip. I can’t look anywhere but into her eyes as she strokes the back of my neck with her fingers. When she kisses my bottom lip, her eyes never leaving mine, I know what I see.
She has fallen for me.
And as much of a bastard as it makes me, I hope she never tells me so.
Because I don’t know if I’ll hurt her—or scream the words back at her.
CHAPTER 32
Eliza
My body is still humming from all the pleasure Coleson drew out of me. I thought I was relaxed and sated before, but with the hot water flowing over my body and his fingers moving through my hair, I find that I only want him more.
“Can I ask you something?”
At my question, Coleson pauses his fingers on my scalp where he is washing my hair. Hesitantly, he answers, “Sure.”
I smile at his actions. He’s so cute. “Why do you only call me ‘wife’?”
His fingers start moving again, and I close my eyes as he rubs my scalp. “Honestly?”
“No. Please lie to me.”
He chuckles. “Sassy little wife,” he mutters as he rubs his thumbs along the skin behind my ears. I almost moan at the sensation, but I really want to hear what he has to say. “Your name does something to me. It always has. Ever since I first met you. And I don’t know why, or even how to explain it.”
I open my eyes. “What’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing,” he says automatically. “Okay, that’s a lie.” I smile, and he clears his throat. “It’s not that there is anything wrong with how it makes me feel, just that, um, well, er—”
“It scares you?” I suggest, and I feel him tense behind me.
“Yeah,” he admits, and my stomach does a flip. “But everything about you scares me.”
“Oh?”
“Yup,” he says, taking my hips and bringing me under the water. As he rinses my hair, I wait for him to say more, but I know he won’t. I have to tread lightly. It’s as if he is a wounded animal and I have to coax him to take the food I’m offering.
The food being my heart.
My love.
A life with me.
When he’s done washing my hair, I turn in his arms and meet his gaze. “My turn.”