Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 50801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
“More than anything.” I move on the couch, reaching for him, maneuvering him to sit. I’m acting wholly on instinct now, not allowing my brain to get in the way of what my heart and body is dying for.
He does as I silently request, and in seconds, I’m straddling him, wanting to be as close to him as possible.
“Fuck,” he groans, his hands flying to my hips as I shift over him, lining him up with my aching, oversensitive center. “Monroe.”
I span the distance between our mouths, kissing him, sighing at the contact as I hover over his cock, butterflies flapping in my stomach.
I pull back just enough to catch his eyes as I lower myself on top of him, allowing him to fill me to the hilt.
His eyes flare, his muscles tensing beneath me, his fingers gripping my hips just a bit harder.
I release a stuttered breath, my heart racing as I allow myself time to adjust to the sheer size of him.
“Pax,” I practically moan as I timidly move on him. “You feel…” I can’t breathe, can’t think. “So good.”
He shudders beneath me, groaning as I lift up and sink down on him again. “You feel like heaven,” he says, his lips capturing mine again.
I fall into the kiss, into the way his mouth feels against mine, coated in the taste of us both. It’s intoxicating, sending my already whirling mind into overdrive as I test out just how damn well we fit together.
I can’t get enough of him—his kiss, the way he feels inside me. Every time I move against him is like a spark of life deep inside me.
“Look at you,” he groans as I draw back for the two of us to catch our breath, still rocking against him. “So damn sexy.” His hands are everywhere, roaming over my skin, squeezing the globes of my ass before gliding around and up to play with my breasts.
I gasp at the sensation, my head tipped back as I ride him, holding onto his shoulder as I seek out more and more of him.
“You don’t know,” I gasp, looking back at him, kissing him quickly as I continue to move on him. “How long I’ve wanted to do this.” The words wrench from me like a confession, everything in me narrowing to the way we’re connected in every way possible.
We’re nose to nose, chest to chest, not an inch of space between us, and it feels right.
Beyond right.
I feel safe and seen and wanted all at the same time. I meant it when I said I trusted him more than anyone, and this level of trust opens doors for pleasure the likes of which I didn’t know existed.
“Fucking hell,” he groans, lips pressing against mine, his tongue rubbing mine in a dominant way that steals my breath. “You feel so damn good wrapped around me.”
“Oh, God,” I moan, my senses firing, sparking to life as I hurtle toward release again.
Pax wraps a strong arm around my lower back, holding me so damn tightly as we crash against each other, taking control even though I’m on top of him. He thrusts into me, faster, harder, hitting every spot I possess, as he pushes me over the edge, shoving one release right into another.
“Monroe,” he growls my name as his pace increases, and he captures my mouth as he pumps into me. I wrap my arms around him, drawing him close, holding onto him as tightly as he’s holding onto me, knowing I have no intention of letting him go. “Fuck,” he groans as I rock harder against him, chasing another round of bliss as we find our release together.
I shiver atop him, our kiss turning softer, slower, as we catch our breath.
And as we come down, I slowly draw back enough to look at him.
His eyes find mine, sated and happy, and I swear I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight.
CHAPTER 9
PAXTON
I stretch awake, my mind rapidly crashing to reality when someone shifts against me at the movement.
I glance down, my heart expanding in my chest as my eyes fall on a very sleepy Monroe.
She rolls over to her own pillow, her back beautifully bare, the rest of her hidden beneath the crisp sheet over her hips.
Holy shit.
I slept with my best friend last night.
And it was the single most amazing night of my life.
I swallow hard, gently slipping out of the bed so I don’t disturb her and pause only a second to look down at her again. Fucking hell, she’s amazing.
I head to the bathroom, hurrying to brush my teeth and throw on a pair of light cotton pants before padding barefoot through the bungalow, quietly placing an order to room service before heading out to lean against the deck.
The sun is just rising, washing the sky in a beautiful stretch of orange and blue, the ocean going on forever toward the horizon. Salt tinges the air, the humidity clinging to my skin even this early in the morning. But there’s something about this moment that feels different than all the moments before it, and it has nothing to do with the scenery.