Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Am I ready? If I say yes, I'm not just saying yes to sex. I'm saying yes to giving him a chance. I'm saying yes to us, to the chance at a future. He isn't asking for my body. He's asking for my heart. Am I ready to let him have it?
I think I've been ready all day.
"Yes," I whisper.
His smile is blinding. And for the first time, I don't feel like little Nina Gregori. I feel…powerful. Like a woman capable of giving this man the whole world.
He kisses me again, his tongue tangling with mine as he runs his hands across my body. I arch into his touch, mewling against his lips. I touch him too, eager to feel every inch of his skin beneath my palms. I love the way he trembles in response, as if the feel of my hands on him is the best thing in the world.
But he doesn't let me play for long before he catches my hands in his, gently pressing them to the bed beside me. "Lay back, baby. Let me worship," he whispers, the gritty rasp in his voice sending a shiver through me.
I reluctantly settle, my eyes locked on him as he works his way down my body, exploring with hands and teeth and tongue. He kisses and touches everywhere, setting my body on fire. Every imperfection, he seeks out. Every spot I've ever tried to hide, he finds. He lavishes attention on every damn one, spoiling me with sweet words.
"I fucking love how soft you are," he groans, nuzzling his face against my stomach. He turns his head slightly, sinking his teeth into my flesh. "Christ, Nina. Do you have any idea how fucking hard this right here makes me?" He groans like he doesn't have words, his tongue dipping into my belly button. "Every damn time I look at you, my cock aches."
"Emmett," I whimper, arching beneath him.
"I was hard as a rock carrying you out of the fire last night," he whispers, dragging his teeth down my belly. One hand slips between my legs, his thumb circling my clit. "I felt like an asshole for it, but I couldn't help it. Even through my turnouts, I felt how soft you were, and I wanted you naked beneath me just like this, moaning for me."
I throw my head back, groaning his name as he toys with me, driving me toward the brink of an orgasm. But he doesn't let me go over. Of course he doesn't. He drags me right to the edge with his skillful fingers and then prowls up my body again, his cock sliding through my folds.
"I need in you, baby," he pants, pressing his face to my throat. He rocks his hips, letting me feel every inch of him. "I'll be gentle and take care of you, but I need to feel this perfect little pussy wrapped around my cock before I lose my mind."
"Yes," I gasp without hesitation. I want it just as badly as he does. Wanting him was never a question. I just didn't think I was allowed to want him. But I'm not denying myself anymore, and I'm not denying him, either. When I said yes earlier, I meant it.
If he wants my heart, I'll let him have it. Every damn piece of it. And if he breaks it? Well, he better not break it. I don't think running over a firefighter with a tractor would go over very well in a court of law.
"Kiss me," he demands, nipping my bottom lip.
I obediently offer my mouth up to him, more than willing to kiss him again. All day, every day, actually.
He licks into my mouth, the kiss slow at first as he rocks against me, driving us both crazy. And then it grows hotter. He rocks against me faster. His cock notches at my entrance as we pant and writhe, tangled up in bliss together. He slips his hand between our bodies, playing with my clit again.
I whimper into his mouth as he slowly pushes forward, stretching and filling me as his thumb works against my clit. He goes so slowly, I feel like I'm going to lose my mind. I feel every ridge of his cock, every inch. I sob against his lips, wiggling as I try to get him to go faster, but he's implacable, refusing to be swayed.
He does this his way, taking his sweet time.
And maybe that's for the best. I've always heard the first time can be painful. But…it isn't. Maybe because I've used toys before. Maybe because he's so slow and attentive, so careful. Maybe it's because he keeps his thumb on my clit, giving me pleasure the entire time. I don't know. But by the time his hips come to rest against mine, I'm not in pain. I'm desperate to come.