Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
I turn my gaze back to his and say, “When we return home, I’m going to make an effort to get to know the people in the village. I’ll go to the group meetings.” I take a breath before I add, “I’m going to do everything I can to fit into your world.”
“And I’ll be there every step of the way to support you, mi sol.”
We enjoy some of the fruit, and the nervousness returns when Santiago pushes his chair back and rises to his feet.
“As much as I want to keep you to myself all day, I have to share you with Grace.”
I stand up and wipe my hands on my sides, my heartbeat speeding up.
When he moves closer to me, I lift my arm and press my hand to his chest. “Can you lean down a little?”
He wraps one arm around me before he does as I ask. My stomach erupts with butterflies as I push myself up a little higher, and I feel his breath on my lips before I press my mouth to his.
Even though our lips are only touching, my abdomen clenches unbelievably hard. I lift my other hand to Santiago’s face, my fingers brushing over his jaw as I pull back an inch.
My heart thunders in my chest when our eyes lock. I feel his chest expand as he takes a deep breath, his features tensing with a mixture of desire and determination.
Then his arm tightens even more around me, and I’m tugged off my feet as his mouth crushes against mine. His other hand slips into my hair as he tilts his head, and his tongue thrusts into my mouth.
The moment is so intense it feels like my insides are vibrating. I taste Santiago, and the way his lips nip and massage mine, has me breathless in seconds.
He leans more into me, and I wrap my arms around his neck as I return the kiss. Not because I’m forced to or I owe him for everything he’s done for me, but because I want to.
He’s the first man I’m kissing out of my own free will, and I let all the good and exciting emotions he’s making me experience wash over me like a cleansing rain.
Santiago groans into my mouth, and it sends a powerful wave of tingles through me. My body shudders from how mind-blowing his mouth feels on mine, then the kiss grows wilder, and I swear I feel it all the way to my toes.
His tongue dominates mine, his teeth tug at my lips, and breathing becomes an afterthought. Time falls away, and nothing matters but Santiago kissing me.
SANTIAGO
Holy fuck.
Feeling her tongue tentatively brush against mine, has my self-control slipping fucking fast.
I struggle not to lose myself in her, so I don’t take things too far because this is a huge fucking step for Ciara.
But then I feel her body melt into mine, and she moans softly.
I’m so fucked.
My fingers tighten in her hair, and I devour Ciara, kissing her with so much heat and want, my lips begin to tingle and all I taste is her.
I fucking brand her with my tongue and teeth, and she lets me.
Ciara is mine, and I won’t let anyone take her away from me.
Not Grace. Not Dominik.
No one.
I begin to slow down the kiss, my lips just nipping at hers as I enjoy the final moments before I finally lift my head. Her eyes are closed, and she has a dreamy expression on her face that instantly has me grinning like a fucking idiot.
Her eyes drift open, and they’re filled with so much wonder, I fall deeper in love with her.
I don’t think I’ll ever stop falling for this woman.
The dreamy look changes to wonder, then she presses her face into my neck and holds me as if her life depends on it.
I still have her pinned to my body, and without any effort, I carry her away from the marquee.
When she begins to lift her head, I murmur, “I’m just moving us to a comfortable spot.”
I walk to where there’s a little area with a branch that’s broken off from a tree, and sitting down on the warm sand, I lean back against the branch. Ciara straddles me and leans against my chest.
The servers come out to clear the table and take down the marquee. It takes too long for my liking, but finally they leave, and I’m alone on the beach with my woman.
I look down at her while brushing my palm over the side of her face and hair. “You good?”
Nodding, she glances up at me, her eyes sparkling with happiness. There’s no fear. No trauma.
Thank fuck. I didn’t trigger her.
I lean down and press a kiss to her forehead, but when I pull back, I’m surprised when she tips her head even more, clearly giving me an invitation.