Total pages in book: 224
Estimated words: 215705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1079(@200wpm)___ 863(@250wpm)___ 719(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 215705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1079(@200wpm)___ 863(@250wpm)___ 719(@300wpm)
This jolts me and I grab his hand, lifting my head to look at him. “Are you sure we’re safe in here?”
Those beautiful blue eyes of his meet mine. “I promise, baby. No one will interrupt us.”
“You’re sure?”
“I promise and—”
“You never break a promise,” I say, stopping him there. “That’s a very marrying quality, by the way.”
His lips, those brutally sexy lips, curve. “Good to know. Trust me now, Carrie.”
Trust him.
There is a question in his eyes, a roughness to his voice. He proposed, but on the heels of so many opportunities for me to question him. This appeal to “trust him now” isn’t about sex in a limo. It’s about so much more. “I do trust you,” I say, and my voice isn’t a whisper, just a tremble of emotion spoken quite clearly.
He studies me for several long beats and then tugs my jeans down, taking the tiny strip of silk I’m wearing with them, with my shoes following. I barely have time to process just how vulnerable I am before Reid pulls his shirt over his head. “So you know you’re never naked alone, not again. Not ever.”
Emotion wells in my chest and he is already on top of me, kissing me, his cheek pressing to mine as he whispers, “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I whisper back, only to have him slide down my body again and suddenly, or really not suddenly at all, his lips are back on my belly, fingers dragging along the seam of my slick wet sex.
I moan and tangle my fingers into his hair, trembling when his tongue flicks my clit, moaning as he suckles it. It’s then that I have a momentary out-of-body experience. I’m all but naked, in a limo, in Japan, with my future husband, who is really good with his tongue (another marrying quality), between my legs. His hand slides under my backside, and when I would swear I couldn’t just get lost in the moment, not here, in this place, I do. There is just this man, and the way he has owned my body from the moment we met, and now my heart with it.
He licks and suckles, his fingers stroking, delving inside me. I am lost in the budding tension low in my belly that promises sweet bliss. I arch into him. I moan. His hand cups my breast and teases my nipple. The pleasurable assault consumes me. He consumes me, and I try to resist where it will take me. I want this to last. I want the sweet bit of “almost” to stay right here and now, but it doesn’t happen. There is no warning. I tumble into release with a jerk of my body and I’m outside of reality, inside the bubble of pleasure exploding through my body.
I pant out several breaths in the aftermath. “Oh God. Oh God, that was—”
Reid is on top of me, kissing me, the taste of me on his lips, the taste of him on my lips. I am instantly craving what I have been denied. Him inside me. I need him. “Reid. Reid, I need—”
“Say it,” he says. “Tell me.”
“I need you.”
“Not good enough, baby. Say it.”
“I need you.”
“Say it, Carrie.”
“Fuck me already, will you?”
“More,” he demands.
“I need you inside me. Here in this limo and because I trust you that we won’t get caught.”
His lips curve, mischief dancing in the depths of his blue eyes. “You trust me, do you?”
“Yes, Reid Maxwell. I trust you, but I will hurt you if you don’t give me what I want.”
“Now that you have that ring on your finger, now that I’m your future husband, do I get to finally use those cuffs on you?”
“Yes, Reid, you can. As long as you remember I will give back as good as I get.”
His lips curve again. “That’s what I was looking for.”
He sits up and pulls me with him, and in a blink, I’m straddling him, his hand cupping the back of my head. “Now we fuck.”
Chapter seventy-two
Carrie
Now we fuck.
Those words are in the air as I straddle Reid in the back of the limo, our lips colliding in a deep, passionate kiss. Reid runs one of his hands up my back, molding me closer, while the other hand cups my breast. I cover his hand with mine. “Reid,” I whisper, his name a plea that I seal with my mouth on his mouth again and then we’re both trying to get his pants down. Yes, please, get them off.
The car swerves and jerks. I gasp, my hands gripping Reid’s shoulders. “Oh please don’t let us be in an accident while fucking.”
“I’d die a happy man,” he assures me, pressing his lips to my shoulder and then taking my hand to kiss the ring he’s put on it. “We’re okay, baby.”