Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 128980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
“You just what?” she asks, her voice a breathy whisper, her hips matching my sway, pressing us together perfectly.
“I just love you so fucking much.” I can’t begin to comprehend it. I can’t wrap my mind around the intensity of my feelings for her. My building emotion is getting the better of me, stabbing at my heart with relentless force, physically hurting it. Releasing her arms, I cradle her head, feeling her legs coming up around my waist and gripping me.
“Snap.” She threads her fingers through my hair and tugs a little, reinforcing her cute counter. She’s showing all the signs of an imminent orgasm, her eyes bright and almost frantic. She starts nodding, like she’s read my thoughts, telling me she’s on her way.
Shit, the sight of her unraveling under me beats anything I’ve experienced. And knowing I’m the cause of her condition just makes it all the more gratifying. I nod, too, my eyes stuck to hers, needing to see the moment she lets go. My strokes become faster, my instinct searching for the release we both need, and which only I can find for us.
I’m nearly there, every muscle stretching, my jaw tightening. The blood is pounding in my solid cock, driving me on.
Her round eyes are panicked, her legs squeezing around me viciously. “Put your legs down,” I order, knowing that will tip us both.
She screams, launching her legs down my body, her teeth gritting. I cough, our new position stripping me of the ability to breathe. “Oh God.” I feel the rush of pleasure start to seize me. Cami’s lids snap closed, denying me the vision of her eyes. “Open,” I order harshly.
She growls but obeys.
“I need to see you.”
She whimpers and groans, her hands on a feeling frenzy all over my head before moving to my back. “I see you,” she whispers, and then convulses violently, losing control of herself.
Those words, her reactions. They take me with her. I hiss, my cock undulating in waves, spilling everything I have to give into her. My body surrenders to the power of my pleasure, falling into her curves, molding to her. The sensations taking over my body blank my mind and shrink my lungs. I feel helpless, but the strongest I’ve ever felt. I feel hijacked by a force too powerful to keep back.
I feel her go slack and manage to lift my face a fraction to get her in my view, seeing her eyes closed, her head fallen to the side in exhaustion. Her arms are no longer clinging to me, her long, slender limbs splayed out at her sides. The only signs of life are her heartbeat, currently thumping against my chest, and the constriction of her internal muscles, milking me dry. I study her for a few moments, feeling so fucking emotional. She’s turned me into an emotional pussy. I hate her for it. But I mostly love her for it.
She’s made me feel again, which scares me to fucking death, because feeling again means I can hurt again.
On a content and disturbed sigh, I lower my face into her sweaty neck and settle above her, keeping her caged in. She’s not going anywhere. Not now. But what about tomorrow? What about when I reveal my ghosts?
Chapter 26
CAMI
Moving isn’t an option. Neither is speaking. All I can do is feel, and somewhere amid my exhaustion, I can find the energy to enjoy it. I’ve been lost in semiconsciousness for…I don’t know how long. It doesn’t matter, because I can still feel him spread all over me, breathing into my neck.
I’m not sure what just happened. All of the usual crushing feelings and pleasure were there, but this time there was something else. I can’t put my finger on it. Jake seemed so absolutely together, cool and controlled, stable and with it. Then something switched in him. His desperation spiraled, taking me with it. He made love to me like he thought he would never get the chance again.
“Does it swallow you up like it does me?” he asks quietly, unmoving above me. “Does it consume you so much you think you might never break free?” He rises to his elbows, taking his time, until he’s gazing down at me, looking almost confused. His handsome face is clear, his gorgeous eyes twinkling. “Tell me you feel the same. Tell me I’m not alone.”
If he needs the words, then I’ll give them to him. If that’s what it’ll take every day, then I’ll repeat them until he finally knows without the need for me to voice it. I bend my arms and bring them under my head, using them as a pillow to lift my head a little. “You’re not alone,” I say, watching for his reaction. He doesn’t lose the hint of perplexity from his features, but he does smile a little. “Can we stay here?” I ask.