Entwined by E.C. Land (top android ebook reader .TXT) 📕

On sight, I knew I loved the beach. It’s nothing like I’ve ever seen before, and I, for one, have enjoyed it since we’d been here. I only wish Mitch would take things further than simply petting and heavy make-out sessions that leave me burning for more.

This morning with it raining and Mitch distracted by his phone, I grabbed my book and headed to the room that sits on the third floor with windows surrounding all sides. Underneath the window sill a bench went around the entire room. From here, I could see the waves kicking up with the wind. I could also still hear it through the windows due to the waves crashing being so loud.

Opening my book, I start where I’d left off last in my highlander book. I’m engrossed by the fact the highlander presses himself against a woman he’s married to but has yet to have sex with. Her refusal seems to drive him mad and he’s trying to win her heart over. He does this by turning her body against her. As I go to turn the next page, I find the book being plucked from my grasp.

“Hey,” I yell in surprise, lifting my gaze to meet Mitch’s but he’s not looking at me. Instead, he’s scanning through the pages I’d just finished reading. “I was reading that,” I announce, somewhat embarrassed by the fact he’s now reading what is the start of a sex scene in my book.

“Mo stór, you’re reading something that had you so consumed in its world that the house could have been on fire and you wouldn’t have known,” he says, the side of his mouth quirking up in the way it does when he’s amused. This thing he does when he smiles also causes my stomach to flutter with desire for him.

“Can I have my book back?” I ask, clearing my throat and holding my hand out for him to give me the book I’d been engrossed in as he says. Okay, so I was really into my book.

“I don’t think I want to do that. Considering you’re reading things that I would prefer you to be experiencing for yourself,” he mutters, tossing my book to the side and moving.

He doesn’t just move; he moves snagging me around the waist and lifting me into his arms only to claim my mouth. “Tell me you want me, mo stór,” he demands, breaking his mouth from mine.

“Ba mhaith liom tú níos mó ná mo chéad anáil eile,” I murmur honestly, needing him to understand the depths of my need for him. In the past two weeks spending time with him, my heart has opened to him. I’m sure most people would scoff at the idea of falling for someone so soon after meeting them but I guess you can say I’m not most people. I like to think things can happen as they do in books, even if they’re fictional. It doesn’t matter to me.

“Fuck, Alison, you can bring a man to his knees when you speak like that. Especially with that fuckin’ accent and breathless tone of voice,” Mitch growls, pressing his forehead to mine briefly before turning with me in his arms and carrying me downstairs and to our room. “I’d intended to come up there to get you for lunch, but that will have to wait now as I finally make you mine.”

“Yes, please,” I murmur when my back hits the mattress. Mitch’s fingers trail up my arms to the straps of the dress I’m wearing to peel the tiny pieces of material down my shoulders.

With us being here, we didn’t have much. Mitch had taken me to one of the many little shops and I’d bought a few dresses, some of them short, others long, and I’d gotten a few t-shirts and shorts to go with my swimsuits.

Right now, I couldn’t be more thankful especially considering Mitch is in for a surprise when he pulls the dress completely off.

It’s another thing I’ve never told anyone. I don’t wear panties unless I absolutely have to. Meaning when it’s that time of the month.

Mitch keeps his eyes on me the entire time. He makes progress in removing my clothes as well as pressing kisses to my skin. The dress clears my breasts and Mitch pulls back to look down at me. He’s seen me in lingerie from the wedding and he’s seen me in a bikini; however, he’s never actually seen me. Yes, he’s touched my breasts but never has he done this.

“Beautiful, mo stór, so fuckin’ beautiful,” he growls and pulls the dress the rest of the way off. I don’t miss the grin on his face as he finds I’m not wearing panties. Standing to completely take me in with such entensity that I catch my breath, Mitch slides his board shorts down his narrow yet muscular waist, exposing a hardness I’d felt but not had the chance to see it with my own eyes.

My eyes widen at the sight before me. Not only is the girth of him larger than I thought, but the head of it is pierced. “Um, are you sure that will fit?” I ask apprehensively.

“Yeah, baby, it’ll fit when I’m done with you,” he chuckles.

Uh. Okay. That I’m not a hundred percent sure of but I trust Mitch with my entire being.

Climbing onto the bed, Mitch spreads my legs to give himself room and lies on his stomach with his face right and center with my core. I start to ask him what he’s doing when his tongue slides through my slit, drawing a moan from my mouth.

“Mitch,” I whimper as he goes on to continue his pursuit of taking me with his mouth, devouring me as if I were his favorite meal. Something happens that I’ve never felt before and I’m unsure of what it is until he moves, pulling himself up over me. His shaft centered with my entrance.

“When you come, mo stór, for the first time, it’ll