Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 25205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
“You’re the one, Grace. I need you to know that. Do you?”
“Do I what?” I ask, teasing a little with my tone. I love hearing him talk like this to me, and I just want more.
He grips me by the chin and forces me to look into his eyes–his deep, possessive eyes. “Do you know that you’re the one? My only woman, Grace. Mine.”
This is just too much. I’m going to pass out from all this praise. What did I ever do to deserve this?
“I–I do…” I manage to reply, overwhelmed with feeling. “You make me feel safe, Nash. Like I was made just for you. Like you were out there waiting for me.”
He nods, smiling. “Yes. I like that.”
“No one’s ever looked at me like you do,” I tell him. It feels like a confession. Like I’m getting some hidden truth off my chest.
“It’s genuine, princess.” He smiles back. “I’ll always be real with you.”
“You know what I think?”
“What?”
“I think my car broke down near your shop because we were meant to be together,” I tell him. “You probably think that’s stupid, though…”
To my surprise, Nash shakes his head. “No. I don’t think that’s stupid. I think everything happens for a reason, and if your car hadn’t broken down near my shop, and we never met, there would have been an imbalance in the world for the rest of eternity.”
I’m blushing so hard now that my cheeks are tingling. “Yes,” I say. “I like that. Did you ever figure out what was wrong with my car anyway?”
“One of the guys took a look at it. Said it might be a bearing on one of the pulleys, so I ordered one. Should be able to get that old classic back on the road today or tomorrow.”
I can’t help but smile. Hearing him talk like this, so sure of himself, turns me on. There’s nothing more attractive than a capable man.
“Want to feel something?” Nash asks me, raising an eyebrow.
“Um…okay.”
He takes my hand and guides it down between his legs where it’s nice and warm. My jaw drops when I feel it.
His cock is rock hard beneath his briefs. I can’t believe I didn’t feel it earlier, being this close and snuggled up against him.
“But how?” I stammer. “I didn’t even touch you.”
Nash chuckles. “It’s adorable how innocent you are, Grace,” he tells me, deepening my blush. “We call it morning wood. It happens to us guys when we sleep. Sometimes we wake up, and we’re just like that.”
“Wow,” I reply in amazement. Delicately, I run my fingertips up the long, hard width of his enormous shaft. “So…what do you do when this happens? Take care of it yourself?”
He chuckles again, making me feel even more naïve. “Sometimes. Mostly just wait for it to go down so I can go about my day. But seeing as how you’re here…”
His eyes flash, and he tugs down the waistband of his briefs. I feel warm, soft skin against my fingertips, swollen and pulsing with desire. Something moves inside of me. A hunger rises quickly, warming my skin and causing my heart to race faster.
Nash’s big, strong, rough hand grips my hip, then slides down my butt and holds fast, like he’s showing the world that my body belongs to him. Gently, he pulls my panties aside and shifts down behind me on the mattress.
I gasp as he presses his cock between my legs. It’s natural the way I lift one for him. I don’t even think about it. But as he presses his tip into my slit, I realize that it’s not just Nash that’s turned on. I’m soaking wet, as if my body was prepared for this.
I angle my hips back and accept his cock as he slides inside. There’s a tiny sting, probably a soreness left over from when he took me earlier, but it’s gone before I can take a second breath.
The feeling of him entering me and filling me up is indescribable. It’s like I was made to take him and him only. Stretching around every one of his pulsating inches has me already moaning as he begins to slowly thrust. It’s different than it was when he took me on the work bench. It’s like he’s taking his time with it. His strokes are more passionate, and he slides a hand up my shirt and cups my breast as he brings his lips to my neck, kissing me with such tenderness.
He moves inside me like he’s memorizing every bit of me. Like he’s branding me from the inside out. His lips never leave my skin. He just moves them, kissing, licking, groaning with pleasure as if being inside me is too much for him.
I reach back and trace my hand over his jaw, feeling the strong muscles of his neck as the pressure builds. He knows exactly what I need already. The precise rhythm that makes my thighs tremble and my voice whimper from my lips.