Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
“Good.” She glances behind me for a quick second and then back at me. “She’s the last one on the right, but don’t tell her I let you in. I’m afraid she’d think I betrayed her.”
“Aren’t you, a little?” I hedge, and she smiles.
“Maybe, but it’s for her own good.”
“Thank you.” I can’t help but smirk as I turn to go after my bride.
“Oh, and Felipe,” she calls, and I look back.
“The next time you want to run naked through my gardens, let me know and I’ll turn the cameras off.” My mouth nearly hits the floor as she waves her hand away. “Don’t worry, your secret's safe with me and the head of our security. Just don’t expect me to cover for you both next time. Understand?”
“Yes, Mrs. Flores.”
She pushes away from the doorframe and walks back toward the bridal showroom. I guess she knows my secret, but I wonder if she mentioned it to Amelia. It doesn’t matter now, because I’ve got no time to ask.
When I get to the last changing room, I go in without knocking, and my eyes widen when I see Amelia standing there. I quickly close the door and lean against it as I take in my bride.
“What are you doing here?” she hisses as she tries to cover herself.
“Looking at the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” My eyes move up and down as I memorize the details of the white lace bra and matching panties.
“It’s bad luck to see me.”
“I thought that only applied to the dress.” Pushing away from the door, I take a step toward her, and she takes a step back. All it does is move her farther away from the door and block her in.
“Well, this is my wedding underwear.” She raises her chin defiantly, and I lick my lips as I look down at her.
“Can’t I have a little preview?” Just the memory of her taste makes me so fucking hard it hurts.
“You should leave.” She turns around, but it’s a mistake because now she’s facing the mirror, and I’m everywhere she looks.
“Should,” I repeat as I cock my head to the side. “But do you really want me to?”
“It’s not as if I can force you. You’re twice my size.”
“Hey.” I wrap my arms around her so that her back is to my front and her eyes meet mine. “I would never force you to do anything.” She looks back at me, and I bend down and brush my lips against hers. “I’m here because I couldn’t go a second longer without being near you.” I touch her lips with mine once again. “My soul aches when you’re not in my arms.”
“What if I’m not enough?” Her eyes are closed as she asks the question, but I can feel the fear in her words.
“Not enough?” I move my hand so that one is resting on her belly and the other is around her chest. “Look in the mirror, Amelia.” She does as I ask, and our gazes meet in the reflection. “There is no man on earth that is worthy of you. Not even me, and I’m amazing.” The corner of her lip twitches, and my chest relaxes a fraction. “I just happen to be the one that got to you first. Now it’s my job to make sure that you’re the happiest woman alive and that no other asshole tries to take you from me.”
“Sounds like a pretty easy task to me.”
“It will be the honor of a lifetime.” My eyes don’t leave hers when I say the words. “Whatever you’ve heard about me or the life I led before now isn’t true. I know the rumors, I know what everyone says about me, but I’m just as pure as you are.”
“What?” Her eyebrows pull together in confusion as she looks at me in the reflection like she’s seeing me for the first time.
“You don’t remember, but the first time I saw you, I knew that I wanted you to be my bride. I knew that I loved you, so even though you didn’t know who I was, I promised my heart and my body to you forever.”
“But all the gossip articles—”
“Are in it to make money. Trashing my reputation gets them clicks, but it never mattered to me. The only thing that mattered was you.” I rub my palm over her bare skin, feeling how warm and soft she is. “So I waited for my wife. For you.”
“I can’t believe that after all this time…” She trails off and shakes her head. “None of it was true?”
“My medical records can confirm that I don’t have anything, but my best friend Beckett can too.” I sigh and roll my eyes. “He gives me enough shit about it.”
“This changes a lot.”
“Does it?” My hand on her belly slips lower, and I gently cup her panty-covered sex. “I hope in a good way.”