Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
He was the sun, the moon, and the stars in the sky.
Joshua Stanton, the very air that I breathed.
We fell in love when we were just seventeen.
And if I had my time again, we would have lived happily ever after.
But things didn’t go to plan, he took a job on the other side of the world, and we parted ways.
Seven years later he has returned, but not as the sweet boy I once knew.
He’s hard, an app developer millionaire, cold and ruthless, and he hates me for breaking his heart all those years ago.
And I’ll never admit it, but it’s still there between us.
The butterflies, the longing stares, and all the goosebumps.
I just have to get through this wedding tonight without going there.
I cannot be left alone with him, not even for a minute.
Because I know.
My very heart depends on it.
Editor’s note, this is a completed Contemporary Romance series
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1
Natasha
His breathing is labored, like he’s gasping for air. My heart races out of control as anticipation of his next move thrills, excites and petrifies me all at the same time. I sigh gently, and my eyes close as I roll my head to the side to allow him greater access to my neck.
“So beautiful,” he whispers. My god, if someone had told me two weeks ago that I would be here, doing this with him in the middle of the night, in a tent with both sets of our parents only thirty meters away, I would have thought they needed their head examined. I can’t believe it myself. What the hell am I doing? I am way out of my depth.
He smiles into my neck. “Precious girl, can you feel me? Feel how ready you are for me?” He gently and slowly adds another finger into my sex and tenderly takes my erect nipple into his mouth between his teeth and draws his head back. The wet sound of my arousal hangs thick in the air. I take a deep breath as my legs instinctively open wider. My knees bent high, my back arches and my hips gently rotate. My body takes over as I start to ride his strong thick fingers. I bear down, needing more. My wet center is blessed with yet another burst of creamy arousal. His fingers ease in and out, stretching me open, preparing me as he gently runs his open lips back down my neck. His breath is shaking as he tries to control the raging hormones that threaten his undoing. He leans up onto his elbow and looks down at me. “I need this…please…let me make love to you.” He runs the tips of his four fingers over my swollen flesh in a circular motion, grazing my clitoris. My body jerks in response. His forehead rests against mine and his eyes bore into me, then my breath catches as my eyes close. “God, I want you, Tash… please… I’ve never wanted anything so much.” He grazes my neck again with his teeth. My senses are under assault, my brain ceasing to operate.
Mechanical meltdown. “Josh, you feel so good,” I whisper. I grab his face with both hands and slide my tongue into his mouth. He flicks his fingers against my wet clitoris and my breath catches. My body convulses and I moan in a husky voice that is unrecognizable to my ears.
“I can make it feel better, precious…let me.” I place my hand on his forearm to feel the muscles flex as he rides me with his hands, strong, able, pleasure-giving hands. His palm circles on my outer lips as his fingers delve deep to massage the front wall of my vagina, a place only he knows where to find. My eyes roll back in my head and I bring my feet up and place them flat on the ground to bring his fingers deeper. I’m panting, the orgasm so close I can taste it.
“No,” he whispers and removes his fingers.
“Josh, no,” I whisper. “Don’t stop, baby, please I need this.”
“No, Natasha,” he whispers. He only uses my full name when he’s accentuating his point, forcing his will on me. He tenderly kisses me again, his tongue melting my resistance. “We’ve been doing this every night for a week. I’m giving you multiple orgasms.” He gently bites my neck as I smile.
“Hmmm,” I whisper. “Is there a problem with that?”
“No problem, it’s just…tonight…I need, I need…” his breath catches, “…something…something more.” His breath quivers as his fingertips find that spot on my clitoris again, circling with precision. I moan involuntarily and my neck arches, throwing my head back into the pillow. “How does the word penetration sound?”
I giggle into his neck. “Did you really just say that?” He smiles. I know he’s teasing me. “Penetration, really.”
“OK, would you rather I say I’m going to fuck you into next week? Fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week? Push into that beautiful tight little pussy of yours with my hard cock?” He growls into my neck as he hears the crude words he’s just spoken. They turn me on beyond words and ignite my already boiling blood. That’s it, the last of my control dissipates. I know I will do anything he wants.
He removes his hand again and dips his tongue into my mouth, kissing me tenderly, loving me. “Presh,” he pleads. Both of our breathing is labored. I close my eyes and make the decision I know is wrong. It’s one that my physical being won’t let me refuse, one that is out of my hands. I crossed that line in the sand over a week ago. Moments pass…more passionate kissing. Every fiber of my body is screaming at me, demanding. I desperately want this beautiful man, needing this connection as much as he does. I mentally kick myself as I hear the words slip from my lips.