Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 105756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
When the bath was full, the scent of seaweed and citrus bubble bath filling the room and my cock finally behaving itself, I went out to get Ada. She was exactly where I’d left her, stretched out on the couch with her eyes closed. I admittedly spent several prolonged moments just taking in her profile, the delicate slopes and curves of her face, before I cleared my throat.
“Bath’s ready.”
Her eyes opened, and she cast me a tired, grateful smile that had my heart thrumming in a strange and foreign way. I’d never felt that way for someone, so full of feelings to the point where I was constantly on the verge of overflowing.
Ada moved to sit up, but I was by her side in an instant. Once again, I lifted her into my arms, and she didn’t protest. I carried her to the bathroom before setting her on her feet. She stared up at me, something pure and expectant in her gorgeous brown eyes that had my heart doing even more strange thrumming. I exhaled heavily and tucked some hair behind her ear.
“This is where I leave you.”
She hitched a breath when I stroked my fingertips lightly along her jaw, and it took everything in me to extract myself from the room. I closed the door gently behind me then strode next door to quickly shower and change into more comfortable clothing. The shower took the edge off some of my need. When I returned, I put the soup in a pot to heat up then went about slicing some bread. Once the food was almost ready, I set the table and lit some candles just as I heard Ada moving around her bedroom. The candles might’ve been overkill, but I was giving in to my instincts just for tonight. Even if all we were going to do was sit together and eat, it couldn’t hurt to create a pleasant atmosphere.
Footsteps sounded, and Ada appeared, her long hair wet and brushed neatly, hanging down her back. She wore the same robe she’d had on the night I’d burst in on her before my London trip. I had to ball my fists to keep from pulling on the tie at her waist and revealing her lush, perfect body.
Ada glanced at the table, taking in the place settings and the lit candles, but she didn’t speak. She took a few steps towards me, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
“Is the soup ready?”
“Almost.”
“Great, I’m starving.” She stood only a foot away from me, and I cast my gaze down, drinking in my fill of her delicate bone structure, plump lips and impossibly dark eyes.
“Me, too,” I replied, unable to keep the husky note from my voice. Ada blinked, not looking away, and some kind of force took hold of her. She moved even closer, seeming to drink me in just as I was her.
“Did you shower?” she whispered. I nodded, suddenly lost for words. “You smell good,” she went on, and my cock stirred.
“Yeah?” My eyes were hooded as I waited with bated breath for her next move. She seemed to be drumming up the courage for something, and I was rapt with anticipation.
She bit her lip, her hand coming to rest against my chest. “This doesn’t have to complicate things if we don’t let it, right?” I found myself nodding along right before she completely blindsided me, sliding her hand around the back of my neck and tugging my mouth down to hers.
Ada kissed me, her lips explorative and soft. I groaned and wound my arms around her waist, pulling her close. Ada’s tongue tangled with mine, and I lifted her up, carrying her to the kitchen counter where I carefully lowered her without once breaking the connection. She moaned, her hands raking through my hair as I devoured her with my tongue.
Breathless, I quickly pulled loose the tie keeping her robe intact and was rewarded with the most entrancing vision. So much silky, soft skin. I soaked up every peak and valley before I lowered my face to her breasts. Her chest heaved, a breathless, “Yes!” leaving her lips when I clamped down on a nipple and sucked it into my mouth. I licked and kissed my way across her breasts and down her stomach, my hands taking on a mind of their own as I explored her skin.
I spread her wide before me, taking my time to survey her under the flickering candlelight. Then I bent and ran my nose along her inner thigh before pressing a kiss between her spread legs. Her entire body convulsed, and I smiled darkly, loving how reactive she was.
“It doesn’t have to be complicated,” she repeated, chest heaving as she stared down at me.
“Uncomplicated,” I vowed, telling her what she needed to hear because I knew she had to be internally freaking out. We were doing something she’d told herself she wouldn’t do, and I was too selfish to remind her of all the reasons she’d previously stated why it was a bad idea. I wanted her too fiercely to stop what was happening. Whatever way she needed to rationalise us giving in to our attraction, the otherworldly pull between us, I didn’t hold it against her. I was too obsessed not to take whatever she was willing to give.