Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 131455 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 526(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131455 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 526(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
“You know,” I muse as I push the plate away before the impulse to lick it clean is too much to handle, “there’s one thing we’ve never done together.”
Right away, Callum perks up. “Oh? I’m all ears.”
“I was going to say dance, you horn dog.”
His brows draw together. “I don’t dance, at least not in front of people.”
“There’s a first time for everything.”
“Bianca…” he groans like I asked him to castrate himself or something equally as awful. “You can’t teach an old dog new tricks.”
“You’re not old.” I stand, holding out a hand. “Let’s at least go down and listen.”
“We can listen from here.” But it’s obvious from the way he fights back a grin that he’s only teasing me. Soon we’re hand in hand, wandering down the beach. There’s a half moon hanging in the night sky, and its silvery light paints the waves that crash up ahead. I could plop right down and stare at it until dawn. It’s magical.
A strong breeze stirs my hair and the flowy, ankle-length dress I’m wearing. “You smell incredible,” Callum growls in my ear.
“Your desire for me is incorrigible.”
Still, when his hand grazes my bare back, a delicious shiver runs up my spine and goosebumps pebble my skin. Maybe I’m just as bad as he is. I can’t get enough of him either. That being said, I want there to be more to our honeymoon than falling into bed.
After a few songs, it seems as if even Callum’s getting into it when his head starts bobbing up and down in time with the beat. I wonder how long it’s been since he loosened up and let himself have fun. Years, probably. He always has too much on his mind.
“See? I knew you’d get into the spirit once you got over yourself.”
His scowl makes me laugh before I start to sway to the irresistible rhythm. I haven’t touched a drop of alcohol since I found out about the baby, but there’s this natural buzz flowing through my veins.
“Now, this I can get into,” he growls, inching behind me and placing his hands on my waist while I move my hips. “Watching you dance. I’ll need a private show back in the room.”
It’s no surprise when he pulls me closer and a familiar bulge presses against my ass. Another shiver runs through me and there’s nothing to do in response by wiggle against him until he groans in my ear. Now we might as well be the only two people on the beach.
“You are so fucking hot.” His hands run up and down my sides while he grinds against me, his hot breath fanning across my neck with every ragged grunt. “Watching you move, feeling your body, I could fuck you here and now, in front of all these people.”
Right now, I kinda wish he would. I’m so hot and wet, my pussy throbbing with every beat of my heart. I can imagine him forcing me to my knees and taking me from behind while everybody watches. Like a couple of animals with no choice but to take each other no matter where we are, or when. I can imagine him fucking me until I howl loud enough to drown out the music, and my pussy drips at the thought.
He finds my hips and grips them hard, pulling me against his raging erection while his lips graze my skin until my skin sizzles. I can imagine his fingers leaving bruises but I don’t care. I want him to. I want to wear the proof of how deeply he craves me. I can feel the power surging in his body and something in me responds to it in the most intense way. I’ll die if I don’t have him inside me.
I let my head drop back against his shoulder and turn my neck to murmur in his ear. “Take me back to the room. Now.” I’m surprised he doesn’t throw me over his shoulder and charge up there—as it is, we’re practically trotting. We can’t move fast enough for me. I need him too much.
Rather than walk through the hotel, Callum uses the key to the gate that opens onto our personal patio and ushers me through it before pulling me close for a deep, searing kiss that takes my breath away and makes my knees go weak. By the time he lets me up for air, I’m clinging to him to keep from collapsing.
With his arms around my waist he lifts me off my feet, carrying me through the sliding door and only putting me down once we’re next to the king size bed. But instead of lying back and letting him take me, I undo his belt, staring into his eyes as I do. Neither of us says a word as I open his fly and let his slacks drop.