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)
“And I love you, Carrie, maybe too much but you’re going to have to live with it.”
“Like that’s a burden.”
“You know I’m going to be protective.”
“Going to be? Or are?”
“I guess you’ve gotten a taste of me in all ways.”
“I want another taste now,” I dare.
“Is that right?”
“Yes. It is. I want to know if it feels different to fuck you when you’re my husband.”
The limo halts in front of our building and Reid says, “Let’s go find out.”
He opens his door and helps me out and we make the walk to our building, a crisp, urgent tension between us. I want him. He wants me. This is our wedding night. Our wedding night. We step into the elevator and the minute the doors shut us inside alone, I’m pressed into the corner and his fingers are tunneling into my hair. “Aren’t there cameras?” I ask, sounding as breathless as I feel. He is perfection in a tuxedo and he smells like a sweet spice and him. He smells that certain way that is only Reid, and it’s masculine and addictive. And he’s my husband.
“Ask me if I care about cameras,” he says, his mouth closing down on mine, his tongue licking against my tongue. His hands slide over my hip to settle on my lower back and mold me to him. He’s a drug, and I am addicted. I press into him, stroke his tongue with mine, and I’m lost to the point that I barely know when the elevator stops. “Come on, baby,” he says. “Let’s go make love.”
“Make love?”
“Yes. Even when we fuck we make love. And I like it.”
“Me too,” I whisper, letting him take my hand and guide me out of the elevator, our steps anxious as we approach our door.
Reid pulls me in front of him, placing me between him and the door, and even as he unlocks it, his body hugs mine, his hands sliding over my backside. I rotate to face him and he’s kissing me in an instant, walking me into the apartment. Nikki comes running at us as Reid shuts the door. “Stay, Nikki,” he says, scooping me up and carrying me toward the bedroom.
Nikki barks at us excitedly and I’m laughing as Reid enters the bedroom, flips on the light with his elbow and then kicks the door shut. “The children will have to wait,” he murmurs, settling me on the bed and coming down on top of me, his mouth slanting over mine, tongue licking against my tongue in a deep, consuming kiss that steals my breath and somehow allows me to breathe.
He lifts off of me and shrugs out of his jacket. “I need you naked, baby.”
He pulls me to my feet and turns me, my back to his front and his hands caress a path up and down my body, one cupping my breast and squeezing. I moan, arching into him and the doorbell rings. Reid groans. “No. Not now. It has to be Cat and Reese.”
I rotate in his arms. “Oh God. Well, this will be really good foreplay.”
He kisses me and groans again. “Fuck.” He releases me and runs a hand through his hair. “Pack, baby. We’ll do this on the plane. No one can get to us there.”
“The plane?”
He grabs me and kisses me. “Yes. The plane.”
He turns and exits the bedroom. I follow him and in a whirlwind of activity, Nikki is barking, Kesha is meowing, and Cat, Reese, Gabe, my father, and his future wife, Stella, are in our apartment. It’s utter chaos, but it’s wonderful. It’s family and across the crush of activity, Reid’s eyes meet mine and everything fades but us. We’re married. We’re in love. We’re a family. And we’re going to be on a plane to Italy in a few hours, probably naked for part of the flight.
Life, love, happiness. I read those words in Cat’s column once. Of course, she was talking about coffee, but for me, it’s all about Reid.
The End