It Started with a Kiss Read Online S.L. Scott

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 94860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
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Our bodies meet with every pounding between us. Pushing. Shoving, Taking. Coming. I dig my nails into his shoulders, spurring him on.

Harder.

Faster.

“So good,” I moan in the hedonism of our bond.

“The taste of your sweat turns me on.” He whispers the naughty confession in my ear before he slides down to lick my collarbone.

His flattened tongue laps me up until his breath trips and his drive becomes erratic. His moans in my ear, his whispers of encouragement and good girl send me spiraling into the abyss once more until my body is nothing but thrilling tremors.

He falls right with me, prodding so hard that I know I’ll feel it tomorrow. I need this, though, to forget space and time, forget my troubles, and live in this bliss. Even if momentarily.

It’s over too fast as our breaths remain heavy and our bodies wake in the twilight of the aftermath.

As we lay together so entwined in each other, my wish was granted for just a little while. And I love that. So much. I’ll never have enough of him. The feel of him. The sound of him vibrating in my ears. The feel of his hard body joined with mine. This feels so right. Every single time.

The weight of his body consumes me, but I don’t push him away. I wrap my arms around him instead. After peppering small kisses on his skin, I lie there, appreciating that it’s only him and me. I’m willing to remain wrapped in his arms all night and well into the morning if he’ll let me.

Eventually, he rolls to the side, draping his arm across his forehead. My breathing evens again as my ribs expand. He looks at me with a smile. “You’re fucking amazing.”

I lean over and kiss his shoulder. “You are, too. So amazing.” Wanting to try to capture more of the closeness we just shared, I roll to my side and snuggle around him, resting my head on his chest. When his arm lowers around my back, I claim more of his real estate by putting my leg over his, taking full advantage of what this position brings me.

Despite how great the sex is, the pieces of our physical connection aren’t holding us together. It’s our communication and understanding of what the other needs. I’ve never been so in tune with someone else as I am with him. The fear and doubts I’ve been carrying around, even the uncertainty, have evaporated under the sweet kisses of this man.

A yawn overcomes me as my earlier exhaustion returns.

I take a mental note of his scent—where the ocean meets the shore of the deep woods—and the feel of his hard muscles against me, memorizing all I can about him before I fall asleep so I can remember everything about this moment forever.

The steady comfort of his beating heart gives me the peace to rest in this bliss without worrying about what tomorrow brings.

Jackson kisses the top of my head. “Are you hungry?”

12

Jackson

“I’m starving.”

Marlow sits up, resting her hand on the mattress, tits exposed, so comfortable in her skin around me. “Was I not satisfying?” she asks, quirking an eyebrow.

I’m quick to pull her back down by the waist and lean over her. Slowly dragging my tongue along the side of her neck, I reply, “You were phenomenal, but now I need food.” I push up and pop off the bed, much to her dismay.

“What do you have?” I ask, walking into the bathroom to clean up. I turn on the shower, deciding I could use one after the long day.

“Not much.” Her voice carries from the bedroom, but soon, she’s walking in behind me and heading toward the toilet. “I have soggy dumplings on the coffee table if you want them.”

“As tempting as that is, I’ll pass.”

She slips inside the small room and closes the door. “We can order something.”

Sticking my hand under the water, I find it’s already hot, so I step under the showerhead, tilting my head to the side since I’m too tall. I close my eyes and let the warmth wash through me. “What are you in the mood for?”

I don’t see her, but I feel her close by. “Wellllll . . . if you’re asking me . . .”

Opening my eyes, I pull her against me and under the water. Usually, she gets pissed when I get her hair wet, but not tonight. She closes her eyes with her body pressed against me and lets the water rain down over her.

I say, “I’m asking you. I always want to know what you want.” Tapping her nose, I then kiss it. “And what you’re craving.”

She swipes away at the makeup that’s started running down her face and then reaches for a tube of cleanser, squeezing some of the contents into her hand. “Something small for me. I started eating before you arrived, but that doesn’t seem appealing anymore.” Scrubbing the cleanser over her entire face and her closed eyes, she continues, “Just order whatever you want. I’m sure I can find something on the menu.”


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