Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
My breath went slower and deeper as my fingers slipped up my cleft, finding my clit, and teasing it gently, feeling the need grow stronger with each passing moment until, like a sun breaking through a storm-weary sky, pleasure started to take root and grow, spreading as my hips rocked and my fingers teased.
I was so absorbed in the sensations, in the reclamation of this part of myself, that I didn’t hear the footsteps, didn’t even notice the door opening until I heard someone’s breath gasp.
My eyes shot open, rounding, as I looked over, seeing Riff frozen on the spot.
My mind flashed back to leaving the door open when I’d been scrubbing the tub, not wanting the scent of cleaner to get trapped in the room and give me a headache.
And when I kicked it closed, I totally forgot to slide the lock like I normally would.
“Fuck. I’m sorry,” Riff said, rushing to grab the doorknob again.
“No,” I found myself saying, voice high, a little desperate. “Don’t go,” I added, watching how his wide chest expanded as he sucked in a deep breath.
“Vienna…”
“Stay,” I said again.
This time, his eyes slid open, his gaze drifting over to where my upper body was slightly out of the water, my breasts exposed, nipples tight. And I swear the way his eyes slid over them only managed to make them get even harder.
His gaze slid lower, following the way my hand disappeared between my legs.
Desire reignited as a rumbling sound moved through him. His gaze when it rose to mine again was molten.
“Darlin’…”
I couldn’t quite find the words to say anything, so my free hand rose from the bath, water dripping from my heated skin onto the ground as I reached out toward him.
Riff didn’t hesitate.
He was across the small room in a blink, dropping down onto his knees beside the tub, and taking my hand in his, pulling it up to press a kiss to my knuckles.
I slid my hand up to his wrist. Then, before I could overthink it too much, I pulled his hand with mine under the water, pressing it against the hand between my legs.
Riff’s breath shook as his fingers gently pressed against mine, pushing them against my clit, and dragging a little whimper out of me.
I let him guide my fingers for a few moments, the pleasure starting to build.
Eventually, though, the urge to feel him actually touch me won out. I let my hand slide away, and as his hand pressed up against me, Riff’s gaze cut to mine, a silent question in his gaze.
Taking a deep breath, I let my legs fall open in invitation.
Because that was what this was.
Something I wanted.
Something I was in control of.
Riff’s thumb teased across my clit, making my body jolt at the sensation as a whimper escaped me.
Spurred on by my reaction, his thumb did another swipe. Then another.
It wasn’t long before the need was growing, weeks of closeness and barely-contained desire reached a fever-pitch, leaving me writhing against his touch, my whimpers becoming moans.
Riff’s free hand reached for mine, fingers lacing as he drove me right to that edge, then pushed me over, leaving me falling, then crashing into an orgasm that had me crying out as my body tensed, as my back arched, as my hand clung to Riff’s.
A slight tremble worked through my body as I came back down.
“You okay?” Riff asked, voice soft, his hand still between my legs but gently resting on my inner thigh.
I worried that the memories might flood back.
But when all there was in my mind and heart was the pleasure of this moment, of this connection with a man I was really beginning to love, I shot him a smile.
“Yes,” I said, sitting up out of the water, so I could seal my lips to his, kissing him with all of the joy and relief I felt flooding my body right then.
Riff’s arms went around me, hauling my soaked body against him, soaking through his shirt as his lips pressed the kiss a little harder, his own hunger clear in his kiss.
But he was the one to pull away first.
No pressure.
“Did you… were you going to take a shower?” I asked as his fingers pressed my wet hair behind my ears.
“That was the plan,” he agreed.
“I’m done,” I told him, pulling away, sinking into the water for a second to press the drain, then taking his hands when he offered them to me, and getting to my feet.
Riff reached for a towel, but he paused in wrapping me up, his gaze sliding down my body.
I looked different now.
Thanks to Detroit’s cooking, and the endless supply of takeout and snacks Riff was always bringing to me, you could no longer see the outline of my bones. They were safely protected by a decent layer of flesh now, rounding me out. Just in a slightly different shape than I’d even been before. A little fuller in the chest and hip and thigh.