Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
His eyes glint for a moment. “I stand up for what I believe in.”
He sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and pulls the flesh taut. My heart skips a few beats as I watch the slow movement.
“And you believe in me?” I whisper, my eyes never leaving his lips.
“One hundred percent,” he says without moving.
“Oh...” I murmur. He pulls me closer and my hand moves to the back of his neck to tangle in his dark hair. He presses his lips to mine, and we kiss fiercely.
One hand presses into my lower back, holding my body to his while the other smooths up my back and winds my hair around his fist. He pulls gently, arching my neck, exposing my flesh to his lips. He nips down my throat and places soft kisses under my ear. His fingers brush along the nape of my neck, holding me to him. I whimper and press my hips into his, feeling his arousal.
Another groan escapes as thoughts of him filling me crash through my brain. His lips on me. His tongue dancing across my skin. His fingertips caressing me, peeling off my panties, his eyes taking me in, running his tongue up the sensitive flesh around my hips. I bring his face back to mine in a fiery kiss, wanting everything he has to give.
His palms drop to my thighs and lift me around his hips. My ankles lock around his waist as he holds me, one hand on each ass cheek.
“Sarah,” he grunts as he kneads the flesh.
“Grady, yes.” I nip along his jaw. He sucks in a sharp breath, his hands tighten almost to the point of pain. He walks backward with me in his arms, kissing and sucking, until the back of his legs hit the bed. He sits and I straddle his waist, our lips still exploring languidly. His hands on my body kneading, his tongue tasting, lips caressing―drives me mad with lust.
“Every night I go to bed and think about our future together. Ways I can protect you, make you happy, give you everything you deserve. Every morning I get out of bed and can't wait to spend more time with you,” he murmurs, dragging his teeth along my earlobe.
“Oh God, me too,” I bow into his hard body.
His fingertips skim my ribs and my body arches into him. His palms caress the underside of my breasts, my head swims with lust. I want him to touch me. I want all of him tonight. I want all of him every night.
“Grady.” I moan before his fingers travel over my bra lightly, feathering across my painfully aroused nipples. I throw my head back and my body bows as I rock, seeking release of the ache between my legs. His fingers pull down the cups of my bra and lift my sweater just high enough to take one breast into his mouth. He licks around the hardened peak before drawing it further into his mouth, sucking and twirling his tongue around the pebbled tip. He releases it to the cool air, causing it to throb with need. His lips travel to my other nipple to pay it the same attention while his fingers find the abandoned one, pinching and elongating it further.
“I want to feel you inside me,” I moan. I think of the river water traveling down the ridges of his muscles, down his pecs, through his abs, and following the cut of his pelvic muscles.
“Lie back.” I lean over him, wanting my tongue to follow that same path. My hair curtains around us as I tease my tongue from behind his ear, down his neck, and across his collarbone where I pause to swirl my tongue in the hollow. My hands make their way up his torso, feeling every inch of him as my tongue travels the opposite direction, down between his pectorals, past the sharp lines bisecting his abdominals, and then across his sharp hips.
His fingers run through my hair and he jerks his hips when I place a palm firmly on his cock, rubbing and caressing. Our eyes lock for a moment. His lips open slightly, dragging his bottom lip through his teeth.
“Sarah,” he breathes.
“What?” The word escapes my lips.
“Sarah, God, you feel so good.”
“Good, pleasing you makes me happy.” I breathe. I gaze up at him through my eyelashes.
“Fuck,” the word escapes his lips in a rush. He flips me over and leans over my body, his searing gaze holding my own for a few breathless moments. I’m not sure what he’s going to do. “Sarah,” he coasts his fingertips against my stomach.
“What?” I mumble.
“Look at me,” he says, the command emerging from his throat in a husky tone. “I meant what I said earlier. I plan on marrying you just as soon as we can plan it.”