Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 64406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Had having kids been on that list?
Probably not.
It wasn’t something she’d let herself consider because to have a child, she needed a man. Although she could have chosen an unconventional route, but her mind hadn’t gone there. Winter had had very few men in her life she could trust and more she couldn’t. At least, she hadn’t believed she could trust most men.
She’d grown up believing her mom didn’t know who her father was and once she’d discovered the truth, she realized he was a man who wasn’t worthy of the name. Not when it came to her sister. The men she’d dated hadn’t helped her perception of the male gender. But now there was Harrison, who seemed to be trying to show her he could be there for her when it counted. Could she trust it would last?
With those thoughts swirling in her mind, she fell back to sleep.
A while later, Winter woke from a deep rest. A heavy blanket suffused her with a warmth she wasn’t used to feeling. She forced her eyelids open and immediately realized the cause of the heat. Harrison’s muscular body was wrapped around her, one arm over her side, his palm splayed on her belly beneath her tee-shirt which had ridden up above her panties. His bare chest pressed against her back and his cock nestled at her backside through the thickness of his sweats.
Within seconds, her body responded, awareness of him rushing through her veins. She took a deep breath, inhaled his masculine scent, and desire caused a sweet pulsing deep in her core, which scared her. She couldn’t let herself feel this way about him again. Couldn’t allow desire to ruin the understanding they’d come to about the baby and the friendly relationship she was coming to appreciate.
But she did desire him. Not in a happily ever after way. She wasn’t sure she believed in such a thing. But in a turn around and crawl on top of him way. She wasn’t a coward, and she’d been in this position with him before. Despite ending up pregnant, things between them had been easy and fun.
His hand dipped lower, his fingertips running along the edge of her bikini briefs and that’s when she realized he was awake. She held her breath and he shifted his hand again. Her sex grew wet, and a low moan escaped the back of her throat.
He wrapped her tighter in his arms, his big palm settling on her belly. “My baby’s really in there,” he said in a gruff voice that hit all the right notes to turn her on even more.
She remained silent, aware this was his moment, his words a rhetorical statement she didn’t need to respond to. But the protective way he touched her stomach, the awe in his voice? God, it was sexy. She needed to stop fighting herself. She wanted him and the hard ridge at her back told her he felt the same way. If there was a reason not to give in one more time, she couldn’t think of one.
She rolled over and faced him. “At first, I didn’t realize you were awake. Then your fingers and a certain body part let me know.”
He let out a low chuckle, but it sounded strained, probably due to the erection he sported. “I’m very awake and aware of you.” Those deep-blue eyes bored into hers. He paused as he studied her face as if attempting to read her mind, her intent and her desire.
He obviously saw what he needed because he joined their mouths together. His lips were soft but determined, a low-lying aggressive need evident behind the smooth motion of his mouth gliding over hers. His tongue slicked over her bottom lip, and she opened for him as she reciprocated the tangling of their tongues. An increasing need pulsed through her, and she slid her hands into his soft hair.
He groaned, and she expected him to push for more, to become more aggressive, but he took his time with long leisurely kisses, their mouths melding, her body a live wire of need. His hands glided down her sides until he clasped and held her hips in his palms, pulling her lower body into his.
His erection throbbed against her sex, but he didn’t force the issue, seemingly content for them to make out like teenagers. This hadn’t been part of their past relationship. There’d been a rush toward satisfaction but even then, she was aware she felt more for him, and believed it was reciprocated.
But they’d both had their reasons for ignoring what was special between them and now she realized what she’d been missing with this languid, delicious meshing of mouths and bodies.
She began to move her hips, to gyrate and circle, seeking the pressure of his hard erection. He pulled her tighter against him and his rigid cock rubbed against her pussy, somehow finding her clit through the barrier of her panties and his sweatpants. He gave what she needed, and sensation shot through her, bringing her close to the edge.