Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 26232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “There’s nothing gross about you.”
“I didn’t say there was.” Her lips curl into a seductive smile. “I look fucking amazing.”
“Yes, you do.” I run my gaze over her again.
“But,” she adds with an annoyed huff, “he’s used to twenty-year-old stripper bodies and that’s not me.”
“And thank fuck for that.” I give her a hard stare. “You realize his opinion’s irrelevant, right? If I ever caught him saying something bad about you, he’d be dead in a heartbeat.”
“Oh, I know.”
I can’t help the smirk forming on my face. “Besides, when he got far enough away from me, he shouted that I was a lucky man.”
Soft laughter spills past her lips. “Probably to save you from killing him when you found out.”
“Nah.” Enough of this. Words don’t work with my woman. I need to show her exactly how lucky I feel that she’s mine. “Take that towel off,” I demand.
“This?” She teases her fingers along the edge of the thin, white terry cloth.
“Yes,” I growl, stripping off my cut and draping it over the end of the bed.
She inches away from me, scooting toward the pillows.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I wrap my hand around one of her ankles and yank her to the edge, dislodging the towel in the process.
She tugs the towel out from underneath her and tosses it aside. “Trinity’s going to be up here soon. We’re supposed to get ready together.”
“She’ll wait.” My hungry eyes devour every naked inch of my wife.
“Well, in that case, this doesn’t seem fair.” She snags her fingers in my belt and yanks me forward.
“You want it off, take it off.”
Her mouth curls into a playful smile. I reach down and cup her cheek, tipping her head back. I run my thumb over her bottom lip. “First, tell me something you love about yourself, baby doll.”
She blinks and stares up at me. Odd request, maybe. But no matter how she tried to explain it away, that gross mom body comment is still bugging me.
She takes her hands off my belt and leans back on her elbows, giving me an incredible view. I’m dying to drop to my knees and worship her the way she deserves.
But first, I want an answer.
She trails her fingers between her breasts and over her stomach. “The way you feel inside me.”
Fuck me. She’s going to test every ounce of restraint I have. “Nice try,” I answer as coolly as possible. “But that’s about me. Not you.”
She lifts one shoulder. “It’s about us.”
I never tire of her challenging me and I’m an extremely patient man. I cock an eyebrow, quietly letting her know she’s not getting out of answering my question.
She lets out a long, slow breath and turns her head. “I love my hair. Trinity suggested a blonde wig to complete my costume but I said no. This Sandy is going to have auburn curls.”
I reach down and run my hand over the damp strands, slowly drying into loose waves. “I’m glad. I love your hair too.”
“Satisfied?” she asks. Stretching out on the bed, she arches her back, thrusting her tits up in a way she knows I can’t resist. One of her hands slides between her legs. “Are you going to give me a treat or do I need to treat myself?”
I fall down over her, covering her body with my own. “You play dirty.”
She loops her arms around my neck and playfully pouts. “I know.”
I dip my head, pressing my lips to hers. She opens for me immediately, stroking her tongue against mine. Her arms lock around my neck, holding me in place like she’s determined to kiss every thought in my head away.
I shift us onto the mattress better, then dip my head to take one perky, pink nipple in my mouth, sliding my tongue over the tip.
Underneath me she gasps and lifts her legs, hugging her knees to my hips. I pull back. “What’s wrong?”
Instead of answering, she slides her hands between our bodies, going for my belt again. One of her hands slides lower, cupping my painfully hard cock.
“You hit just the right spot and I need you inside me. Now.”
I’m fighting a battle I’ll never win. “I’m not ready, baby doll.”
“The hell you’re not,” she mutters, finally working my belt loose.
Rumbling with laughter, I take my weight off her and strip off my shirt. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Mmm, much better.” She slides her hands over my stomach, my sides, and down my back. Her fingers like trails of fire flowing over my skin.
I trail kisses over her neck and chest. She shudders under me when I suck her nipple into my mouth again.
“Please,” she whispers.
“Baby doll, I want to kiss every single inch of your body.”
Her lips purse into the frustrated pout I can’t resist. Finally, I take mercy on her and together we slide my jeans down.