Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47894 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47894 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
“You were exhausted.”
“I was,” I agreed, climbing over him, straddling his thighs, my hands sliding over his chiseled abdomen, admiring the beautifully carved lines of the man.
“And now?”
“Now I’ve been restored by a goddess.”
“She was a goddess?”
I waggled my eyebrows, which he could plainly see in the moonlight. “Didn’t she look like one?”
“I—”
“She was very beautiful.”
“Yes,” he said gruffly, and I saw him swallow. “She was.”
“You should go back to sleep,” I said solemnly, knowing I should let him rest, getting ready to move, lifting my knee. “I know you’re tired.”
He grabbed me fast, and his grip was tight, his hands on my thighs not allowing any movement. “I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?” I asked softly, leaning over, my hands now splayed on his chest, as always enjoying how hard his body was.
His breath caught, a shiver ran through him, and I could feel the warmth of his hands through the silk robe. “Yes.”
“She shared some of her essence with me, which was very kind of her.”
“Did she?”
“She did. She told me a lot of things I want to share with you,” I murmured as I untied the robe, letting it fall open. “But I would like to tell you later.”
“Later is good,” he said before I bent and kissed him.
He lifted for me, and when our lips met, his tongue slipped into my mouth. I was rolled quickly to my back, and he came down between my parted thighs. My lips were ravaged, and I sucked and bit, needing him there, close, wanting, as I had earlier, to claim what was mine. But we needed something first.
“Hey,” I said, breaking the kiss, having to take a couple of gulps of air before I could get any more words out. “My jeans. Go get the small jar out of the back pocket of my jeans.”
He appeared confused.
“When I was in the kitchen earlier, I thought that at some point tonight I’m going to be in bed with my husband, because if we’re under the same roof, I will be with him. Nothing will keep me away.”
The slow smile of understanding was gorgeous.
“There’s vegetable oil in my jeans, so you better go get it.”
Scrambling off the bed, he ran, and moments later I heard him in the bathroom, cursing before he banged into the wall.
“There’s other things we could—”
“No,” he yelled, and came running back to the bed and dove for me.
I started laughing, so did he, and then he passed me the small nondescript bottle with the cork stopper that I had filled with vegetable oil and stolen from the kitchen when I was alone earlier.
“You made plans.”
“I made plans,” I said with a chuckle, opening it, not caring that some of it spilled when I poured it in my hand. The one thing that mattered was his deep, filthy moan when I took hold of his already thickening length. I stroked him from balls to head, coating all of him, loving when he eased nearly out only to shove forward into my fist, eyes closed before his head fell back, lost in the sensations coursing through his mouthwatering frame.
“She was beautiful, your fox goddess,” he choked out the words, “but you’ve gotta know, you must know, you’re the one I want most. There is nothing and no one as beautiful as the man I love body and soul.”
I knew that. And I trusted that, which was even more important. I never second-guessed Lorne MacBain because I was the sole owner of his great heart.
“She wanted to take you with her,” I told him as I stopped stroking and lifted up, my feet on his thighs before he curled forward. “But she knew you were bound to me.”
“Which I am,” he said, his voice hoarse, his breathing ragged. He lifted one leg, then the other over his shoulders, closing the space between us as I guided the head of his cock to my entrance. “I’m gonna be so gentle.”
“Can you feel how thick this oil is?”
“Xan, you—oh,” he moaned as he pushed inside me a fraction.
“How about you trust me to tell you exactly what I want,” I whispered, hooking a hand around the side of his neck to ease him down and bring his mouth back to mine.
“What do you want?”
“All of you.”
He took possession of my lips with a grinding kiss that made me arch up against him as he pressed inside me slowly but without stopping until he was buried to his balls. The thrust and stretch took my breath away, and I had to turn my head as the burn consumed me for a moment before he took my cock in his hand and squeezed and stroked and then groaned as we both felt the muscles in my ass clenching around him.
“You feel so good, so tight, so hot. I want to have you like this for the rest of my life.”