Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 31149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
He kisses my lips, a long, lusty kiss that has my toes curling against the hardwood. “I haven’t wanted anyone—until now,” he admits, looking into my eyes.
I lean in, kissing him again. “Fuck me bare.”
He groans as he slides his hands to the backs of my knees, and he lifts me to slam me into the door. I know Kip is losing his mind, but we are both too focused on each other to care. Still kissing him, I reach between us and notch his cock at my entrance. He tears his mouth from mine, our eyes meeting again, before he asks, “You sure?”
I lift my hips just a fraction, so he enters me a little in response, and his eyes fall shut as he presses his forehead to mine. He swallows hard when my fingers dig into his shoulders, and then we both look down to watch him enter me. Dermot looks like he won’t fit, but I know he will. The stretch is absolutely delectable, and I moan like a feral animal. He’s so big, but the pain turns to pleasure with every inch deeper he goes. “Relax, pretty girl. You can take me,” he mutters against my lips, and I cry out as he thrusts again, seating himself fully inside me.
We both groan at the same time, and when his gaze meets mine, I know I’m a fool for this guy. Gone is his uncertainty, replaced by pure confidence as he pulls out, then thrusts back in. The sounds of his cock ramming into my wet center are downright lewd, but I could listen to it all day.
Or maybe it’s his words.
“Fuck, you feel so good.”
“Harder.”
“You want it hard, pretty girl? Can you take it?”
“Yes!” I cry out as he pounds into me.
“I have wanted you since the first moment I saw you,” he tells me, thrusting into me hard and fast. The way I want. “You were laughing on a paddleboat in Promise Pond, and I have never wanted to instantly fuck someone so much in my life.”
I cry out as he hits that spot that has me going nuts. “That was a year ago!”
“Yeah,” he groans, his hips snapping against my thighs. “A year.” Thrust. “Of me.” Thrust. “Wanting only you.” Thrust. “Fucking my hand.” Thrust. “All because I was scared to go for what I want.”
I come, so fucking hard my legs tremble in his grip. I scream his name, clutching him as I squeeze him tightly. His grunts are loud and so delicious. His eyes are on me, and I feel like the most gorgeous girl in the world under his wanton gaze. He’s right behind me, and the feel of him filling me is something I’ve never craved from a man.
But I’m learning I crave everything about Dermot.
His breath is hot against my lips as he digs his fingers into the backs of my thighs, leaving marks I am going to appreciate later. I take in his flushed face, the sweat along his brow, and his eyes that are tightly shut.
He’s stunning.
Without warning, his lips move against mine as he tells me, “But I’m not scared anymore, Maggie.”
eleven
. . .
Dermot
Me: Thanks.
Tessa: YASSSSSSSSSS!! DID YOU GET LAID!
You LIKED Tessa’s text.
Tessa: Is that a yes? Did you like my text to tell me you finally got laid after twenty years?
Me: It’s been six, jackass, and stay out of my love life.
Me: But thanks.
Tessa: LOLOLOLOL! Anytime, Mot. Anytime.
I usually don’t like things out of order, but I love the idea of all our clothes and shoes at the door with our food.
Forgotten.
I can hear Kip sniffing at the threshold of the bathroom door, but if I let him in here, he’ll be in the bath with us.
And there might be room for him, but I don’t want to share Maggie.
The water is steaming, up to my chest, and Maggie lies between my legs, her stomach to mine as her breasts press into my chest. Her hair is wet, her eyes bright and her lips swollen from my needy kisses, while she strokes her fingers along my skin. I’ve never met someone who is always staring at me. Her eyes trace everything, and I swear her mind is always going. I tangle my legs with hers, and she smiles contentedly as her eyes drink me in.
It almost makes me feel self-conscious, but I know she likes what she sees.
She doesn’t shy away from telling me what she’s thinking.
“Did you read Liam’s book? Safe in His Silence?”
I take pride in the fact that her voice is raspy from screaming my name.
Makes me want to make it so she can’t do anything but whisper.
I feel the heat of my embarrassment inch up my neck. “I did.”
She runs her finger along my nose. “I have a secret.”
I smile; I can’t help it. I squeeze her ass, and her grin grows. “Tell me.”