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)
I bite on his bottom lip, and he arches his hips into mine, his cock throbbing against my stomach. “I could come right now, just kissing you. You’re so fucking amazing, Maggie.”
“I told you. I only want you coming inside me,” I remind him before I push him onto his back, straddling his waist. He sits up, grabbing his cock, and I sink down on it as he grabs an ass cheek in his other hand. Each inch of him has me moaning louder until I’m fully impaled by him. I gasp for breath when he throbs inside me, and I’m so ready to come again. He kisses up my neck, then down before capturing my nipple in his lips as I grind against him, chasing my release.
“Fucking hell, babe. You feel like heaven.”
“I’m almost there.”
His eyes meet mine, and he brings his thumb to his lips. He sucks on it before putting it between us and pressing hard into my clit.
And I come like a fucking geyser.
I scream, and I swear I black out.
“Fuck yes, pretty girl. Strangle my cock with this perfect pussy.”
My legs shake next to his hips as he lifts me and brings me down on his cock, each time a bit harder and deeper than the last. His lips brush mine with each motion, and all I can do is hold on as he fucks me into oblivion. When he comes, he groans my name from his soul as he stills inside me, filling me to the brim.
I kiss his nose, then both his cheeks, before he takes my mouth with his and lies back with me on top of him. My cheek on his chest is soothing as I try to breathe.
We’re both gasping.
Our hearts pounding.
And I’ve never felt so perfect in my life.
I kiss his pec, then run my nose along the hair before cuddling into him. I know he’s leaking out of me, but I don’t dare move. I can’t.
Minutes pass, but neither of us says a word.
That wasn’t sex.
That was making love, and I think we both know it.
“Can I ask you something?” he whispers, and I can’t help but smile.
“Was that the best sex of my life? The answer is yes.”
His chuckle warms my soul as he cuddles me close, kissing my head. “Yeah, same. But that’s not what I wanted to ask.”
I lift my head, pressing my chin into his chest to meet his hooded gaze. “Ask me.”
He just fucked me to within an inch of my life, but he looks unsure. “Do you believe in that lock thing?”
I smile. “I mean, my parents did create it. So yeah, I do.”
He takes a deep breath. “Did you hang a lock with your ex-husband?”
I hold his gaze, shaking my head. “He thought it was dumb.” I refuse to look away as his cheeks redden. “And so do you?”
He cups my face, running his thumb along my bottom lip. “I did until I realized I wanted to hang one with you.”
My lips curve as I kiss his thumb. “Oh.”
“Yeah,” he says gently, stroking my jaw. “A lot has changed since you came into my life.”
“For the good?” I ask hopefully.
“For the great,” he corrects, and then he sighs deeply. “Do you want me to tell you when I fall for you? Like, right away?”
My face breaks into a wide grin. “You’d better tell me first, Doctor.”
His face doesn’t change. He doesn’t smile, and I realize he’s not teasing me. He’s serious. He swallows hard, and I feel his heart kicking up in speed. My own heart picks up the pace, chills run down my spine, and my whole body breaks out in gooseflesh as his eyes search mine. They’re moving so fast between mine, like he’s looking for answers that are already shining just for him. I know what I’m feeling, but Dermot keeps it all hidden away. And while I don’t want to rush him, he’s driving me nuts.
Doesn’t he realize his actions speak louder than any words he could ever utter?
No man who wasn’t in love would pay that kind of money to keep me from kissing others. No man who wasn’t in love would make sure my favorite book is on my nightstand before I go to bed or have a pair of his wool socks waiting for me. He doesn’t know how to skate, but he wanted to skate with me.
It could all be too soon, but what if it’s not? What if this is exactly what it’s supposed to be? I dated a man for years and then married him, but he never made me feel even an ounce of what Dermot does.
I hold his gaze, waiting until I can’t.
“I—” I start, but he presses his thumb to my lips.
“Maggie,” he says sternly. “I love you.”
While I have fallen in love with every guy I dated, not all of them fell for me. Only one man told me he loved me, and he didn’t do it often. But none of them matters now that Dermot has said those three words to me. He says it like they’re the three most precious words on earth. To me, they are, and knowing they are to him has tears burning in my eyes.