The Things We Leave Unfinished by Yarros, Rebecca (phonics reading books .txt) 📕

carved as any of the statues she’d seen, but so very warm under her hands.

“Well?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“You’ll do,” she deadpanned, fighting the purse of her lips.

He huffed a laugh, then kissed every thought from her head. They were a flurry of questing hands as their remaining clothes fell to the floor with every step toward the bed. She gasped as he palmed her breast, then melted when he swept his thumb over the stiff peak.

“Perfect,” he murmured against her lips, then lowered her to their bed. She devoured him with her eyes as he rose above her, his hair falling forward to brush along his eyebrow. Every single part of him was flawless. He was so much bigger than she was and infinitely stronger, but she’d never felt more cherished.

“I love you, Jameson.” She brushed those locks back just to watch them fall again. Out of every sensation bombarding her body, from the feel of his strong thighs inside of her much smaller ones, to the wisp of cool air across her exposed breasts, the swell of love—of unfettered joy—in her chest flared the brightest.

“I love you, too,” he promised. “More than my own life.”

She arched up and kissed him, inhaling sharply as their bodies came in full contact. He brushed his lips over the patch of skin just beneath her ear, then moved down her body, slowly, methodically exploring her curves with lips and hands.

He sucked the peak of her breast into his mouth. Her fingers tightened in his hair as his tongue unraveled her. Everywhere he touched seemed to catch fire—the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips, the tops of her thighs. He turned her into a living flame, stoked a hunger she hadn’t known she was capable of. His hands felt so good, her entire body began to ache with it.

He brought his mouth to hers again, and she poured everything she felt into the kiss when words failed her. Her hands stroked down the broad lines of his back, and he deepened the kiss, groaning into her mouth before yanking his away, his breath coming in the same quick pants her own did.

“I forget my name when you touch me,” he said, bracing his weight on an elbow as his other hand traveled down her belly.

“It’s the same for me.” There was a slight tremble in her fingers as she lifted them to the back of his neck.

“Good.” He kept his eyes locked with hers as he reached between her thighs, gently cupping her. “You okay?”

Her breath hitched and she nodded, her hips rolling against him, seeking pressure, friction, anything that would relieve the ache.

The muscles of his shoulders went tight for a breath, and then his fingers were there, sliding through her, stroking from her entrance to where that ache centered. The first touch sent a jolt of pleasure so intense, she felt it all the way to her fingertips. The second was even better.

“Jameson!” she cried out, her nails digging into his skin as he returned to that spot again and again, swirling and teasing, overwhelming her senses.

“You’re incredible.” He kissed her once. “Are you ready for more?”

“Yes.” If everything he did felt like this, she’d always want more.

His fingers slipped to her entrance as his thumb kept her on edge, building the tension inside her to a breaking point. Then he slid one digit inside her. Her muscles locked around him as she whimpered, her hips rocking slightly with need.

“Okay?” he asked, the lines on his face taut with worry and restraint.

“More.” She kissed him.

He groaned and a second finger joined the first, stretching her. The pleasure more than made up for the slight burn as her body accommodated him. Then those fingers moved within her, stroking and gliding as his thumb moved faster, driving her higher, until she felt so tight she knew she’d snap or shatter if he stopped.

“I…I…” Her thighs locked as that tension within her rose like a wave.

“Yes, right there. God, you’re so beautiful, Scarlett.” His voice somehow grounded her even as she lost complete control over her body.

He changed the pressure, curled his fingers, and the wave crested and fractured her into a million shimmering pieces. She flew, calling his name, the pleasure so blindingly sweet that the world around them faded as it washed over her again and again, until her muscles liquified and she went limp beneath him.

Her entire body hummed with satisfaction as he withdrew his hand and shifted so the head of him pressed at her entrance.

“That…” She struggled to find an adequate description. “That was extraordinary.”

“We’re just getting started.” He grinned, but the strain was evident in the rigid set of his jaw.

Right. She lifted her knees so he could settle deeper into the cradle of her thighs.

He gripped her hip but held completely still above her, watching her intently.

“I’m okay,” she assured him. She was better than okay.

He relaxed slightly, then kissed her breathless, using his hand to build that fire again, flicking over her nipple, teasing her waist, finding the hypersensitive spot between her thighs. That same spiraling need built within her again as she kissed him back, stroking his shoulders and chest.

When she rolled against him, he sucked in a breath through his teeth.

“Tell me if I hurt you,” he demanded, resting his forehead on hers.

“I can take it,” she promised, her fingers sliding down his ribs and past his waist to his hips and the firm curve of his backside where she held firm, pulling him tighter against her. “Make love to me.”

“Scarlett,” he growled, his muscles clenching beneath her fingers.

“I love you, Jameson.”

“God, I love you.” His hips flexed, and he pushed inside her, taking her inch by inch in rolling thrusts until he filled her completely, then moved once more, stretching her to a point near pain to hold him completely.

Their breathing was ragged as he stilled, giving her body time to adjust.

“Are you okay?” His voice was rougher than