Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“I’d like to punch him,” Drew says.
“I did punch him,” I reply. “He threatened to sue me for assault, and I told him I’d have him brought up on breaking and entering charges, since I didn’t give him permission to come into my home.”
“He has the balls to come back around again after all of that bullshit?”
“He was brave because of my father.” I shrug and then wrinkle my nose. “I guess I kind of killed the mood.”
He stands, as if I weigh absolutely nothing, marches us into the bedroom, and sets me on the mattress.
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” he says as he crawls onto the bed, urges me back against the pillows, and then hovers over me and kisses me until I can’t remember my own name, “but I’m really into you. I don’t think that anything could kill this mood unless you said that you want nothing to do with me and told me to take a hike.”
“I’m not going to tell you that.” My breath hitches when his hand pushes under my sweater and glides over my ribs. “You have excellent hands. Like, really good hands.”
“It’s from my days as a quarterback. You have to know what you’re doing.”
I start to laugh, but then those clever hands slip my sweater over my head, and he makes quick work of my bra, and before I know it, I’m lying half-naked beneath him.
“Damn,” he mutters, staring at my breasts. I can’t help but smirk. “What?”
“I don’t have the best tits. It’s a byproduct of having children. I could get a boob job, but I don’t really want to. No shade to anyone who does, it’s just not my thing.”
“So, here’s the thing. You keep mentioning being pregnant and having a baby, a baby I happen to know and like, as if it’s a bad thing. In fact, I haven’t seen anything that I don’t like, London. You need to get out of your own head for a while.”
I raise an eyebrow. “I’m an overthinker from way back. How do you propose I do that?”
A slow smile spreads over those magical lips, and his hands reach for my jeans. He nudges them down my legs, tosses them aside, and then does the same with my underwear.
I wish, more than anything, that it was dark in here. But the flip side of that is, I want to see him.
“Look at this amazing body.” He blows out a breath, shakes his head, and nudges my thighs apart with his shoulders. “So, no one has touched you like this?”
I feel his fingers tickle my most sensitive flesh, and it makes my back arch.
“Just my vibrator.”
That has his head coming up, and his eyes shine—with jealousy?—as he stares up at me.
“We’ll be throwing that out right away. You no longer have a use for it. Now, where was I?” He returns to the task at hand, feeling, stroking, and kissing me until my thighs quiver and I’m holding on to the comforter for dear life.
When he pushes a finger inside of me, I cry out.
“Go over, London.” He kisses the inside of my leg, just below where it meets my center. “Go over, baby.”
I couldn’t stop it if I tried. The orgasm rocks through me so fast and so hard, I see stars. And just when I think it’s run its course, another fresh wave of overwhelming sensation takes over.
I can hear the tear of a wrapper, feel the dip of the mattress as Drew moves over and around me, and when his pelvis is cradled between my legs, he whispers, “Look at me now.”
It takes some effort to open my eyes, but when I do, I’m rewarded with the most tender, sweetest smile from this amazing man. He’s brushing the apple of my cheeks with his thumbs, and he dips in to kiss me softly.
“I’ve never met anyone like you,” he says as he rears back, and when his cock is aligned with me, he slides slowly, but purposefully, inside of me, and when he’s seated to the hilt, he stops, our gazes still locked. “You’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met in my fucking life.”
I lift my legs and lock them around his waist, and he begins to move as his lips descend to my own. He takes my hand, links our fingers, and pins it over my head, thrusting my breasts up so he can feast on them, tugging and biting my nipples until they’re hard peaks.
I’ve never had a man be so completely focused on me and my needs. Usually, in my experience, sex is whatever gets the guy off, but not with Drew.
It’s as though my own pleasure is his only job in the world.
“Jesus, you’re so fucking good,” he groans, moving faster now. Every muscle in his toned body is tightly flexed, and I can’t resist feeling the hard ridges of his stomach with my fingertips.