Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
“Is something wrong?” she asked
He walked over to her, took the bowl from her hands, sat it on the counter, grabbed her face in his hands and kissed her, his tongue shooting into her mouth with an urgency that she immediately responded to.
His hands dropped to her waist and with a quick lift, she was sitting on the edge of the counter. His hands rushed to push his sweatpants down while their mouths continued to feast on one another. His hands went around her waist and yanked her forward.
A deep gasp rose up in her throat, and she had to tear her mouth away from his to release it when she felt him hard and probing against her. She reached down, grabbing hold of him, and before guiding him inside her, she caressed her clitoris with the tip of his penis and let out a moan that echoed off the kitchen walls and heated her cheeks red.
After that she wasn’t sure how he got inside her, but she was glad he did. And even more glad when he yanked her forward, forcing himself deeper inside her.
With his hands tight at her waist, he urged, “Wrap your legs around me.”
She did and he began to drive in and out her with a force that rattled her bones and sent her passion soaring.
“I’m going to come, damn it” she cried annoyed, wanting the exquisite anticipation to last a bit longer.
“More than once,” he said with conviction and slammed into her.
She toppled over into a breath-stealing climax and let herself drift and enjoy the exquisite sensation and just when she thought it was done another climax gripped her and sent her reeling, Michael joining her.
After sanity, somewhat, returned, Lara rested her brow on Michael’s shoulder, while her hands lay limp on his arm muscles that continued to throb from exertion. His head rested against hers and his hands remained at her waist, and he remained inside her. That was fine with her, she liked him there.
They stayed that way for a while, resting and reveling in the aftermath of quick, yet damn good sex. Lara still couldn’t quite wrap her head around at what she had been missing all these years. It felt so good, so right, so perfect with Michael and that was the catch...it was Michael who had made the difference.
Michael eased out of her as he eased her further back on the counter, though he kept his hands at her waist, as if he wasn’t ready to let go. “You were gone when I woke,”
“I was hungry, for food this time.”
“You don’t understand,” he said, “I should have woken when you did.”
“You didn’t have to wake with me. I can see to feeding myself,” she assured him.
“That’s not the point.” He shook his head. “I should have sensed you waking and I didn’t.”
“And there’s something wrong with that because...”
“Because I was so content from making love to you that I slept more deeply than I normally would.”
She grinned and wiggled her shoulders as she sang, “I have power over a vampire.”
His eyes sparked red and she stopped, seeing that she had angered him. Their eyes held and his eyes grew redder, and then...her stomach grumbled.
“You need to eat,” he said and lifted her off the counter.
She couldn’t help but shiver, thinking how powerful he was and that it was more than just physical strength.
“You’re cold,” he said. “Is there something I can get from your room that you can slip on?”
“Gray and white stripe flannel bottoms in my suitcase.” He nodded and turned to leave when she asked, “Is there anything you can eat for breakfast?’
“I usually have fruit.”
“I’ll have it waiting for you,” she said and heard him chuckle as she turned to open the fridge. It took her a moment to find the containers of cut fruit and when she turned, she gasped, glad she was holding them tight.
Michael stood a hair’s breadth away from her, holding her flannel bottoms.
He took the containers from her and handed her the bottoms.
She hurried into them. “Well, I guess I’ll never beat you in a race.”
He laughed. “That’s a given.”
Her stomach really let out a good grumble this time.
Michael took her by the shoulders and pointed her toward the stove. “Cook. I’ll see to the fruit.”
They took the meal into the cozy room off the kitchen. Michael started a fire in the now cold hearth and then sat beside her on the sofa.
They ate and talked about various subjects, avoiding the obvious ones until they were finished and settled back on the sofa.
Lara rubbed her arms, feeling a bit chilled and Michael went and put another few logs on the fire. He also grabbed the soft wool throw off the back of the chair and draped it over Lara’s shoulders before he returned to his seat.