Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 92368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Everything he’s saying is wonderful and perfect. But I’m scared. My pulse is racing. My heart chasing it.
“Cam…”
I blink up at him. “I’m afraid,” I confess.
Pain floods his eyes. “I hate that I did this to you.” He squeezes his eyes shut and presses his lips to my forehead. “I’m so fucking sorry.” He kisses my temple. “I’ll never hurt you again. I swear.” A kiss to my cheek. “Just let me back in, and I promise to spend the rest of my life taking care of you and Gigi. Let me fix us.”
“What if you can’t?” My voice is shaky.
I don’t realize I’m crying until he brushes my tears away with his thumbs.
“Can’t isn’t an option, babe. I will fix us. And you will trust me again.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, thinking—not with my fearful mind, but with my heart. The one that’s loved him for nine years.
“Okay,” I whisper, opening my eyes.
“Okay?”
“I’m willing to try. You and me.”
His face is filled with so much happiness right now that I can’t stop myself from smiling.
“Really?”
“Really. But we take it slow, and Gigi isn’t to know until we’re absolutely sure that we’re going to work out.”
“We’re gonna work, baby.”
Then, he grabs my face and kisses me as surely as his words. It’s hard not to feel his happiness and excitement even though I’m still worried, wishing that I felt the same level of assuredness that we will work out as he does.
“I fucking love you,” he says over my lips.
“I love you, too,” I tell him for the first time in a long time. It’s scary to say but also a damn relief. It’s been so long since I’ve been able to say those words to him.
He pulls back from me, staring into my eyes, his shining with emotion that clutches at my chest. “Say it again.”
I swallow nervously and lick my lips. His eyes drop to them.
“I love you.”
His eyes roam my face, like he’s memorizing the moment. Like he’s never heard me speak those words before.
I feel a drop of rain hit my cheek. Then, another. It starts to rain. A gentle shower. The air still warm.
His finger touches my cheek, tracing a raindrop down to my lips.
I’m trembling inside. Needing him to touch all of me. Kiss me.
His fingers slide into my hair. He tugs my head back. And seals his mouth over mine.
I kiss him back with fervor.
We take our time undressing each other. Hands touching every inch of skin. Like we’ve never done this before.
Each caress, each kiss, tender and unhurried. Like we have all the time in the world.
And I guess we do.
Zeus’s thick fingers dip inside me, agonizingly slow, driving me crazy. Making me desperate for him until I’m panting and begging for him to give me what I want.
Him.
Always him.
He backs me up to the wall of the house. My naked back against the wooden panels of the house. My skin wet from the rain.
I shiver. Not because I’m cold. But because of the man pressed up against me. The man I’ve always loved. The man I can’t seem to stop loving.
Zeus’s hand slides under my slick, wet thigh, lifting it, opening me up to him. He dips down until he’s eye-level with me and presses his hips against mine. I feel the head of his cock push at my entrance. My hips shift restlessly, needing him inside me more than I need air right now.
“I love you,” he whispers.
His lips brush over mine. Once. Twice. He sucks the rain off my lower lip, and then his teeth sink in, biting me, at the same moment he pushes inside me, inch by thick inch, until he’s all the way inside me.
My eyes close on a moan. I love the euphoric feeling of having him inside me again.
“Tell me you love me,” he says roughly. “I want to hear you say it while I’m deep inside you.”
And he is deep. So very deep. Under skin. He always has been.
I open my eyes and stare into his heavy-lidded, lust-filled eyes. “I love you,” I tell him, breathless with need for him.
He groans, his eyes closing. He kisses me again and starts to move inside me. His rain-soaked body slick against mine.
And Zeus makes love to me out here, on the balcony of the house he bought for us, while the rain continues to shower down.
“What is it with us and rain?” I laugh softly.
We’re in the living room, lying together on the sofa that the previous owners left here, covered with a blanket that Zeus grabbed from the trunk of his car. And, yes, he ran out there, naked, to get it. Let’s hope the neighbors down the road didn’t see. Our wet clothes are drying in front of the fire that I got going while he did his birthday-suit dash. Neither of us was clever enough to put our clothes inside to stop them from getting wet while we got busy on the balcony in the rain. Guess we were too caught up in the moment. Too caught up in each other.