Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“I don’t know.”
“What feels good?” I ask, guiding her to rock her hips.
A moan to rival any porn star leaves her lips. “That’s—there,” she breathes, repeating the motion.
Sitting back against the headboard, I place my hands on her thighs. “This is your show, baby. I’m just here to be a small part of it.”
“Help me.”
Sitting back up, I grip her hips and guide her over my cock. I’m hard as steel, ready to blow. “I can feel the heat of your pussy,” I tell her. “It’s warming my cock, even through the layers of clothing between us.”
“Landry,” she says, tilting her head back.
I wish the lights were on. I wish I could see her nipples as they poke through the thin material of my T-shirt that will now, forever be thought of as hers. I wish I could see the heat of desire in her big blue eyes. That’s okay. We have all the time in the world for that. Right now, tonight, I need her to take control. To be the fierce woman I know her to be. To claim back a piece, no matter how big or small, that he stole from her.
Lifting my hips to allow her to gain more friction backfires because I’m seriously about to lose it. It’s the sounds she’s making and the thought that she’s riding my cock, taking what she needs from me.
My Rowan.
“Keep that up, and I’m going to come,” I warn.
“I want you to,” she pants. She’s so lost in chasing her release, I don’t think she even realizes what she’s saying.
“You want to make your man come?” I ask.
“Yes. That, please, that.”
My lips find their way to her neck, and I nip and suck gently. “One condition,” I breathe against her heart, nipping at her lobe. “You come with me.”
With that, I lift my hips and hold her down while she rocks against me. “Landry!” She cries out my name, her body absorbing wave after wave of pleasure. She moans. The deep, throaty sound sends me over the edge. I grunt out my release, wrapping my arms around her and holding her to me.
We’re both breathing as if we just ran a marathon. I’m a sticky, sated mess. I might not have been able to feel her pussy milking my cock, but in a way, this was even more meaningful. She trusted me. She took what she needed, and fuck me, it’s a night I’ll never forget.
“Did you?”
I huff out a laugh. “Yeah, beautiful, I did. I need to clean up.”
“Me too,” she says, and even though I can’t make out her features, I imagine her scrunching up that cute button nose of hers.
“Shower with me or on your own?”
She hesitates, and I have my answer. “I’ll grab some clothes and take one down the hall. The towels are in the closet. Take your time.” I pull her into a kiss, one that’s filled with heat, promises of what’s to come, and affection.
I feel so much for her. I wish I had the words to tell her exactly what I’m feeling, but I’ll be damned if I scare her away because my heart needs to find its voice after the hottest sexual encounter of my life.
Another quick peck and I’m moving her from my lap and sliding out of bed. Once I’ve grabbed clean boxer briefs, I head down the hall to shower.
Fifteen minutes later, I’m back in my room as she’s coming out of the bathroom. Steam is all around her. Her hair is pulled up in a messy knot on the top of her head, and she’s wearing another one of my T-shirts.
“Time to sleep,” I tell her. I pull back the covers, and she climbs underneath, with me close behind her. This time, she automatically snuggles up to my chest, and I fall fast asleep, knowing that I’m holding my future in my arms.
Chapter Sixteen
Rowan
My eyes flutter open to the feeling of being watched. I blink hard and take in my surroundings, which is when I see him.
“Morning,” he says, bending and kissing my cheek.
I place my hand over my mouth, covering my morning breath. “Morning.”
“Sleep well?” he asks.
“I did. You?” I ask.
“You were here in my arms. Of course I did.”
His declaration has my belly doing flips. “Why are you watching me?” What does he see in me in the light of day? Does he have regrets?
“Because I can’t seem to get enough of you, whether you’re asleep or awake,” he says with absolute sincerity in his tone.
“Creeper,” I tease.
“Maybe.” He shrugs. “But I’m your creeper.”
“I think that makes it better.” I laugh. It does make it better. My time with Landry is easy and fun. Even in the moments that are deep and personal, when we bare our emotions, I know he’s the only one I’d want to be baring myself to—physically and emotionally. Last night, we crossed the line into something more. I wasn’t sure what to expect in the light of day, but that’s my old insecurities. I should have known this is how it would be: with Landry giving me his honesty and looking at me as if I’m his entire world.