Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 138642 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138642 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
That spot his cockhead teased before throbs.
I’m falling apart, trembling into ruin as every thrust comes a little faster, a little harder, a little more broken.
Honestly, I think he’s testing just how much my body can take when I already know the answer isn’t much.
Not when I’m close to dissolving with each second.
Not when he’s a human storm made flesh, and pleasure hammers me down every time he draws back and slams deeper, filling me up with such force he arches my body off the bed.
Harder.
God, harder.
The air itself ignites.
Our breaths come in rushing tandem, moving together, faster, faster—
It’s like we’re racing each other.
I’m not sure who gets there first.
I know it doesn’t matter.
We finish together and there’s this glorious moment when I feel him swelling inside me and his back arching and his body shuddering and his fingers clamping down on my wrists.
A moment when his breaths skip and mine shudder and he’s somehow deeper, thicker, and I’m so much fuller.
A moment when I flipping break.
When everything inside me focuses and all I can feel is Grant Faircross.
When my pussy locks down on his cock and convulses with the surging ecstasy of his girth, marking me as his forever.
And then it’s his name on my lips, slowly being kissed away, swallowed by his ravenous kiss.
With a breathy sigh and a claiming touch, I dissolve in his electric glory.
“Philia, fuck!” His voice is pure thunder as Grant lets go, releasing like the sky splitting open.
Finally, he roars and pulses and gives me everything I’ve ever wanted with one last greedy thrust.
13
ONE AND ONLY (GRANT)
There’s a lot of shit Ophelia doesn’t know about me.
Like the fact that for a couple of years after she left town, I did a short stint with the National Guard.
Wasn’t much, mostly local deployments helping out with disasters. I did it less out of any desire to be a soldier and more just wanting to see the world beyond Redhaven.
I’ve seen a dozen natural wonders from the back of an armored truck or a helicopter.
Nothing like the Grand Canyon from a thousand feet in the air, or standing under the largest tree in the world, looking up at branches so far away they feel like they’re a gateway to the sky on another planet.
I’ve been all over North America and seen it all, yet every last one of those wonders pales compared to the sight of Ophelia Sanderson in my bed, bathed in morning light.
She’s too fucking sweet to be real.
Everything that makes a woman eye candy.
The curve of her neck, where she curls on her side with her body tucked against mine and her head on my shoulder, her hand still splayed on my chest.
The dip of her waist that lets the golden sunlight pour over her like raw honey before it flows up over the rounded swell of her hip.
I also love how she’s not stick thin.
Nothing wrong with that, but this boy needs meat.
Thank God my girl has a real-ass belly. Living proof she’s content to enjoy life, and all the more to shake when I pull her on top of me and split her open.
Then there’s the way the morning catches her hair, turning it into a spun gold halo. Every individual strand looks lit, even in the messy tangle left from sleep.
It gives her the wild-tossed look of a woman who’s just been claimed, ridden hard, and left deliciously ruined again and again till she’s nothing but a sleepy knot of sated flesh.
You’d better believe there’s a possessive pride in me for that, knowing I’m the big asshole who left her that way.
She was so tired by the end of the night that she could only look at me with sweet exhaustion hazing her green eyes. A soft, almost wondering smile lingered on her lips as she kissed me before tucking herself against me with total trust.
She looked at me like she couldn’t believe I was real.
Hell, I know the feeling.
Because I still can’t believe I had Ophelia Sanderson.
Still can’t believe that after all these years, she’s home where she belongs, snug in my arms, her body warming my flesh while her scent leaves me drugged and hungry to be inside her again.
“Do you ever stop staring?” she mumbles drowsily without opening her eyes.
I bite back a smile.
“Nah. Didn’t realize you were awake.” I tighten my arm around her. “Good morning, sunshine.”
“Mmmm... have been for a while. But I like mornings where I don't move. Especially when I’m this comfortable. You don’t know what a luxury it is for a nurse to sleep in.” Her eyes blink open, glimmering like still pools.
I dip my nose to the nape of her neck and inhale her, savoring the way the slightest movement makes her silky skin slide against mine.
“You never liked waking up early long before you had the RN. Remember Ethan tossing you over his shoulder and damn near dragging you to the school bus in your pj’s?”