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)
She grabbed the edge of the counter. “Stop.”
“Are you sure?” he asked his fingers going deeper.
“Yes,” she shouted and gripped the counter even harder when his touch left her.
“Looks like shields don’t work.”
“So, you cannot only read my mind at will, but you can also touch me without physically touching me. Do I have no way of defending myself against you at all?”
“Why would you need to?”
She threw her arms up in the air. “Oh, I don’t know. Could it be that you invade my thoughts and touch me at whim...no matter where you are? Is that why I always want you?”
“I don’t invade your thoughts. Your thoughts reach out to me. I’ve blocked them when you’ve asked me to, but as I’ve explained, the more we connect the harder it is to block you.” He took a step toward her, though left a small distance between them. “I never touch you at whim. I touch you because I can’t resist not touching you. You’re like an intoxicant to me, once tasted impossible not to taste again. My appetite for you is ravenous now.” He shook his head. “I cannot imagine what it would be like if I did bite you while making love. I fear that I would never get my fill of you.” He took another step closer, their bodies almost touching. “But then I think you feel the same, since your ache for me is of your own doing. Never would I touch you if you didn’t want me to and believe me, sweetheart, you have made it quite obvious that you want me.”
“So, what you’re saying is that we’re simply two consenting adults that have fallen into—lust,” she said annoyed
He brought his face to rest so close to hers that their noses almost touched. “What else could it be?”
Her heart thundered in her chest, her stomach fluttered uncontrollably, and she fought to control her thoughts, fought to stop from silently shouting, love, you fool...love!
His arm went around her waist, and he brought his body to rest against hers. “Let me love you, Lara.”
Yes, yes, love me, she thought and pushed away the thought that ached to follow, the one she didn’t want him to hear. Love me like your grandfather loved your grandmother...a forever mine kind of love.
Her eyes closed as he kissed her and she got lost in it, got lost in him.
She didn’t know how they had gotten to the library, but she knew they were there. She could smell the aged books and feel the rungs of the ladder against her back as he leaned into her.
Just the thought of him taking her there against the ladder, hiking her skirt and slipping her panties off to bury himself inside her had her growing so excited and wet that she feared she’d come before he could get inside her.
He was right. Her ache for him was of her own doing, and she didn’t want to think that there would come a time when they would make love for the last time.
She felt warm air brush her legs and knew he had lifted her skirt. Soon his hands would be at her panties pulling them down. Her hands hurried to push his sweatpants down, and when her hand slide over his penis, she took a moment to caress him. The feel of him so silky smooth, yet so thick and hard had her moaning with the anticipation of him slipping deep and sung inside her.
An incessant ring had her scrunching her brow, breaking her concentration, and then she heard Michael utter, damn, and step away from her.
She reached out to grab him.
“Only a moment, I promise,” he said and squeezed her hand before releasing it.
She sighed with frustration, wondering what could be more important than making love with her, and then she realized what had separated them—the phone was ringing.
It was like being doused with cold water. If the phone was working, then that meant—she turned to look out the window. It had stopped snowing.
Lara stepped away from the ladder, her skirt falling to her ankles as she did. She caught clips of what Michael was saying, and dread began to clench at her stomach.
After returning the phone to its cradle, he walked over to her. “That was the private contractor that handles my snow removal. He says that the main roads will be passable later today and that he will be here early tomorrow morning to dig me out and that he should be done by noon. He also had a message from Martha. The bed and breakfast will be open tomorrow and your room ready for as long as you need to wait for your car service to come and get you.”
Her stomach twisted tight. Today was her last day with Michael. Tomorrow it would all be over and they would part.