Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 145574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 728(@200wpm)___ 582(@250wpm)___ 485(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 728(@200wpm)___ 582(@250wpm)___ 485(@300wpm)
“Yes.” If everything he did felt like this, she’d always want more.
His fingers slipped to her entrance as his thumb kept her on edge, building the tension inside her to a breaking point. Then he slid one digit inside her. Her muscles locked around him as she whimpered, her hips rocking slightly with need.
“Okay?” he asked, the lines on his face taut with worry and restraint.
“More.” She kissed him.
He groaned and a second finger joined the first, stretching her. The pleasure more than made up for the slight burn as her body accommodated him. Then those fingers moved within her, stroking and gliding as his thumb moved faster, driving her higher, until she felt so tight she knew she’d snap or shatter if he stopped.
“I…I…” Her thighs locked as that tension within her rose like a wave.
“Yes, right there. God, you’re so beautiful, Scarlett.” His voice somehow grounded her even as she lost complete control over her body.
He changed the pressure, curled his fingers, and the wave crested and fractured her into a million shimmering pieces. She flew, calling his name, the pleasure so blindingly sweet that the world around them faded as it washed over her again and again, until her muscles liquified and she went limp beneath him.
Her entire body hummed with satisfaction as he withdrew his hand and shifted so the head of him pressed at her entrance.
“That…” She struggled to find an adequate description. “That was extraordinary.”
“We’re just getting started.” He grinned, but the strain was evident in the rigid set of his jaw.
Right. She lifted her knees so he could settle deeper into the cradle of her thighs.
He gripped her hip but held completely still above her, watching her intently.
“I’m okay,” she assured him. She was better than okay.
He relaxed slightly, then kissed her breathless, using his hand to build that fire again, flicking over her nipple, teasing her waist, finding the hypersensitive spot between her thighs. That same spiraling need built within her again as she kissed him back, stroking his shoulders and chest.
When she rolled against him, he sucked in a breath through his teeth.
“Tell me if I hurt you,” he demanded, resting his forehead on hers.
“I can take it,” she promised, her fingers sliding down his ribs and past his waist to his hips and the firm curve of his backside where she held firm, pulling him tighter against her. “Make love to me.”
“Scarlett,” he growled, his muscles clenching beneath her fingers.
“I love you, Jameson.”
“God, I love you.” His hips flexed, and he pushed inside her, taking her inch by inch in rolling thrusts until he filled her completely, then moved once more, stretching her to a point near pain to hold him completely.
Their breathing was ragged as he stilled, giving her body time to adjust.
“Are you okay?” His voice was rougher than gravel.
“I’m great,” she promised, her smile shaky as the burn lessened and her muscles relaxed.
“You feel like heaven, but better. Hotter,” he said through gritted teeth.
She moved slightly, testing the feel of him inside her.
“God. Scarlett. Don’t do that.” His brow furrowed like he was in pain. “Give yourself a moment.”
“I’m fine.” She smiled up at him and did it again.
He groaned, withdrawing slowly and sliding back in. The burn was still there, but it was nothing compared to the indescribable pleasure of him moving inside her.
“Again,” she demanded.
A wicked smile lifted his lips as he did exactly as she ordered, making both of them moan this time. Then he set a rhythm, taking her with slow, deep thrusts that drove that tension within her a little higher each time. Every stroke felt better than the last.
They moved together like one soul stretched between two bodies, seamless as they shared the same space, the same air, the same heart.
“Jameson.” She felt that wave building again, and she tightened, her hips rising to meet his as he thrust faster, harder.
“Yes,” he said against her lips, working his hand between them and pushing her right over that edge, hurling her into a kaleidoscope of bliss and color as she came apart in his arms again.
She was still swimming in the throes of her climax as she felt him drive into her with abandon, keeping her with him as he tensed above her, shouting her name as he found his release.
They were a tangle of sweaty limbs and complete euphoria as he rolled to his side, taking her with him as they struggled to steady their breathing. He traced lazy circles on her back as her heartbeat calmed.
She felt spent and utterly, completely sated as her lips curved upward. “If I’d known you were capable of that, we wouldn’t have waited.”
He laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest into hers. “I’m glad we did. This has been the best day of my life, Mrs. Stanton.”