Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
"You're fucking killing me," he declared, voice barely more than a whisper.
"Hm?" I asked, confused.
His gaze slid from my face, moving over my chest, covered by the very thin material of my gray tank top, then over my thighs, perfectly bare.
I had long ago stopped thinking of things like proper sleep attire, generally choosing to sleep in the least amount of clothing possible for comfort reasons.
There had never been any reason not to, any eyes looking at me.
Vance's eyes were definitely looking at me. Reminding me that we had unfinished business.
Swallowing hard, I met his gaze once again. "Do you want me to go put more clothes on?" I asked, challenging him to say yes when we both knew neither of us wanted that.
"No," he admitted, voice rough as his hand moved his guitar, gliding it down onto the floor beside the bed.
I rolled over, moving onto all fours, gaze holding his as I crawled up the mattress, arms and legs on either side of his body, until I settled on his lap, slowly raising my arms above my head.
In my girlish fantasies, he'd always been the ones making moves, always the one initiating kissing, touching, undressing.
But there was something about the way his eyes burned as I made moves that lit me up in a way I never could have anticipated before.
His body folded upward, chest nearly brushing mine, hands snagging the hem of my shirt, slowly sliding it upward, knuckles grazing my ribs, the sides of my breasts, the undersides of my arms.
My shirt slid off my wrists, was tossed carelessly to the side.
Vance held my gaze for a long moment before lowering back down, happy to let me take the lead.
My hands moved down, grabbing his, sliding them up my sides, settling them over my breasts, the calloused tips of his fingers sliding over my sensitive skin, settling them on fire even as goosebumps covered my skin.
"Ace," he called, voice rough.
"Yeah?"
"I fucking missed you," he told me.
I couldn't have prepared myself for the impact of those words, touching down deep in places I didn't even know existed any longer. But they did. And he had managed to find them, fill them, make me realize how empty they had been for so, so freaking long.
"I missed you too," I admitted, moving down over him, sealing my lips to his.
There didn't need to be any more talking.
His lips were passive under mine for a long moment before his control finally seemed to snap, making him lift, roll over, roll me under his weight, press me deep into the mattress as his lips burned into mine, demanded more from me, refusing to settle for anything but all I could give.
And give I did.
Happily.
Wholly.
My legs wrapped around his lower back, holding him to me as my hips shamelessly ground upward into him while my hands tugged at his shirt, yanking it up, waiting for his lips to break from mine to allow me to remove it, watching as he pressed backward between my legs to remove his arms, tossing it to the side to mingle with my tank on the floor.
His hands glided down my calves, uncrossing my ankles from his lower back, pressing my feet down on the mattress at either side of his body, fingers sliding up the tops of my thighs, air hissing out of him when my breath caught, his fingers curling into the material of my panties at my hips, pulling.
My hips lifted up, allowing him to slide them down, pressing my knees into my chest to slide them off my ankles, leaving me perfectly bare before him.
Vance took a breath so deep it expanded his whole chest before folding downward, pressing his lips into my throat, tongue moving outward to glide down, running along my neck, clavicle, down over the hardened bud of my nipple, making my back arch up off the bed almost painfully before his lips sealed, sucked, made everything go white.
This.
This was something entirely new to me.
I knew sex.
I'd experienced pleasure.
But it was almost painfully clear that this, this was what I had been missing since the beginning.
Intimacy.
Connection.
The intoxicating combination of physical pleasure and emotional affection.
My body was buzzing with it.
My soul felt lifted with it.
Soon, though, all those flowery thoughts flew from my head as Vance's head shifted, lips blazing a path down the center of my belly. Lower.
An almost pained gasp escaped me as his lips sealed over my clit, sending shocks of pleasure through my system, nearly pushing me over the edge right then and there.
My hand slapped down on the back of his neck, holding him to me. As if he had any intentions of moving away.
He didn't.
His tongue moved over me with single-minded purpose, driving me quickly up to the edge, throwing me recklessly over, leaving me gasping through the orgasm, too breathless even to call out his name as the waves crashed savagely through me.