Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 114419 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114419 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Gavin’s eyes met hers as he unbuttoned her top and let it fall open. Her breasts were bare. His mouth opened slightly, his eyes lingering, and she felt the approving heat of his stare. “You’re so incredibly beautiful,” he said. She felt beautiful. He’d always made her feel that way with his eyes, with his words, with the way he never looked at anyone but her.
“So are you,” she said on a smile. She unsnapped his jeans, and he worked them quickly off his hips and over his straining erection. Oh. Her nerves tingled with excitement, her gaze growing hazy with lust. She had to touch him. She reached out, sliding her hand over his hot flesh, and he moaned, pressing forward, a sound that was both pleasure and pain falling from his lips. She wanted to taste him. She wanted to feel the bliss of him entering her body and watch the mindlessness of his pleasure consuming his face. She couldn’t wait to see him try to hang on to control, then surrender to it, to watch him thrust and shiver, to claim her. She wanted everything he had to give and all at once.
She slowed her breathing as much as she was able, removing the PJ bottoms she’d recently put on and tossing them aside. For a moment they both lay there, utterly naked, far enough apart that they could drink each other in, their chests rising and falling, hearts beating rapidly. They moved together then, the meeting of their bare skin causing each to gasp, rolling with a laugh and a moan, both cut off quickly by the meeting of their mouths.
Oh, the splendor of kissing naked. Of limbs entwined, of halted breaths and stroking fingers. Nothing was inaccessible, and both Gavin and Sienna joyfully explored each other, slowly at first, but then with more urgency. She’d always loved to feel him tremble, and nothing had changed. Her hand stroking his erection, his mouth on her nipple, sucking, licking, and then lower as she practically screamed, her hips bucking as her pleasure crested higher. Higher. It was too much then, for both of them. It had been mere minutes, but it’d also been eleven years, and one second longer felt intolerable. Their eyes met as Gavin positioned himself over her, grasping the underside of her thigh and raising it, opening her so he could thrust inside. “Oh God,” he said, his throat moving as he swallowed, his biceps straining as he held himself above her.
She gripped his backside as he began to move, directing him so he made contact with the spot that made her tremble with every quickened press. “I haven’t been living, Sienna, not really,” he breathed between kisses. “Not until now.”
She kissed him harder in response. She felt alive, truly alive, for the first time in years too. Stars were dancing before her eyes, the room around her hazy and unclear, and the only thing she could focus on was the intense rapture of her body. And she loved him. God, she loved him so much. She wanted to slow it down and speed it up, and before she could do either, her body decided for her and she let go of him, gripping the comforter on either side of her and sighing his name as she climaxed.
Her climax sparked his own, and he came with a muted groan, his mouth against her neck as his hips stilled, pressing one final time to draw out the bliss.
They lay there for several moments before he pulled out of her and rolled onto his back, bringing her with him. She drew lazy circles on his stomach, and he stroked his fingers down her arm as the world came back into focus.
She smiled at Gavin, the years fading, the gap closing as though their time apart had been but a single, painful moment that now was over.
Sienna’s eyes opened slowly, soft afternoon light filtering through the blinds. The memories of that morning came back to her, her lips tipping in a dreamy smile as she turned toward Gavin.
The place where he’d been was empty now, though, the pillow still indented. Her smile faded, and she sat up, the smell of coffee and something sweet meeting her nose. She let out a relieved breath. He was still here, and he was cooking something that smelled incredible.
She padded to the bathroom, where she brushed her teeth and tamed her hair into something that no longer resembled a windblown alpaca, and then went in search of Gavin.
She found him at the stove, just placing a final piece of french toast on a plate. He looked back over his shoulder, smiling as she came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Good morning,” she said, burying her face in his T-shirt and breathing him in.