Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
My eyes shut tight, willing the unwanted thoughts away as Evan whispers just beneath the shell of my ear, “I want to make it all better.” He’s so close that my hair tickles my neck as it moves gently with his breath.
He says the right words. He’s always been good at that.
He lowers his lips to the sensitive part of my neck. “I only want to love you, and have you love me back.”
My poor heart has barely survived all this time without him, but it rages now, pounding against my rib cage. I suppose it’s only beating still because it hasn’t belonged to me in years. It’s always been his.
I nod my head and look down at his chest, inhaling his scent I’ve missed for so long, feeling his touch I’ve been craving.
“You’re still wearing your jacket,” I comment softly as I run the tips of my fingers down the zipper. I lift my gaze to his dark eyes, swirling with desire. “Take it off.”
I bite my lower lip then take half a step back as he keeps his eyes on mine and slips his jacket down his arms.
“Your shirt,” I say in a breathy voice and in an instant, he tugs it over his head then carelessly drops it to the floor. The fabric puddles at his feet. He closes the space between us as desire spikes in my blood. Like the first night I saw him, knowing he was trouble, yet I can’t resist.
“What now?” Evan asks, moving his pointer finger to the bottom of the cotton T-shirt and slipping it upward, tugging ever so gently until he reaches the peaks of my breasts. He closes his fingers around my nipples with a slight pinch and then tugs. Gasping, I let my head fall back. The sensation is directly linked to my clit and it forces me to part my lips with a soft moan. “What now, baby?”
“Mmm,” I manage, and that’s all I can offer as lust clouds my judgment. I missed this. I missed him. Such a small touch and yet it feels all-consuming.
“How about this?” Evan suggests and then he unbuckles his belt. The sound of his pants being unzipped fills the small kitchen and my body aches to reach out to him.
His pants fall to the floor and he pushes his boxers down with them, stepping out of them and exposing his already hard cock. Every nerve ending in my body lights just seeing him bared to me. Knowing how much pleasure he can and will give to me.
A rough chuckle distracts me from focusing on his erection and I look into his eyes.
“You still want me?” he asks and it’s only then that my cheeks warm with a blush. My body sways slightly. I murmur my answer. “Always.”
Evan runs the same pointer finger along my upper thigh past my panties and traces the center seam of the cotton, brushing my throbbing clit and sending sparks of heated pleasure through my body. My body leans forward, my hands gripping onto his corded forearms.
“I will never risk making you unhappy again. I promise,” he says. My head is so dizzy with desire, I can only moan in response.
“Tell me,” he says as he slides his fingers under the thin fabric and runs them along my hot core. He pushes against my clit with just the right amount of pressure then nearly slips into me as he runs his fingers back down. My hands fly up to his chest, gripping onto him for balance as my toes curl and my body begs me to ride his fingers.
“Tell me,” he repeats then stops. My heavy-lidded eyes open, and I pull back to object. “Tell me you still want me.”
“I still want you,” I whisper without hesitation; the words rush out of my lips with need and desperation. Before the last word is even spoken, Evan splays his hand on my lower back and pulls me closer to him, forcing my chest against his.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groans in the crook of my neck as he forces two fingers deep inside of me. I cry out in pleasure, clinging to him as the sensation nearly topples me.
“Evan.” I moan out his name, but he doesn’t answer as the pleasure builds. It’s been so long but I don’t remember it ever being like this.
It’s so intense, so overwhelming that I know I can’t remain standing for this.
“Evan,” I plead for him to understand, but my head flies back and strangled moans fill the air, both from him and from me as I find my release on his fingers.
My body buckles and shakes as the orgasm rocks through me. I’m paralyzed as Evan moves me to the counter. It’s cold and hard, and I lean against it for balance as slow waves mercilessly continue to flow through my body.