Going Down Hard, In Too Deep, Taking It Slow (Lucas Cousins #1-3) Read Online Jordan Marie

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Lucas Cousins Series by Jordan Marie
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Total pages in book: 181
Estimated words: 177690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 888(@200wpm)___ 711(@250wpm)___ 592(@300wpm)
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“I do,” she whispers. Those words replay over and over in my head. They spark a fire inside of me that I didn’t realize was ready to burn. As she helps me get out of my jeans, there on her knees in front of me, I know that I’m finally going to fuck her like I’ve been dreaming for way too long. I know that I’m going to take her so many times she’ll be sore when she moves tomorrow.

I also know one other thing—one very important thing.

By God, I will hear her say I do again. She will marry me again and this time when she does I will never take it for granted and I will never fucking forget.

forty-seven

hope

There’s nothing like regrets in the early, cold, bright dawn of day. Lying here in bed, listening to Aden breathe, I find myself wrestling with regret. Not really regret for last night—that was too beautiful to ever regret.

Instead, I find myself looking back on the time I’ve shared with Aden. I wish I could go back, to that day when Aden fell, and change everything—especially telling the hospital that I was his wife. I can’t. I wish I could take back the lies, change things…almost everything, but I can’t.

Last night was… everything. It was everything I had ever wanted with a man. It was dirty, hot, amazing and it was… love—at least on my part. Yet, I can’t help feeling it was another mistake. I was weak. I was a fool. I was so many things, I have been since the beginning—and none of them is good.

“Thank you for coming,” I tell one of the guests as she turns in her key. I’ve been doing this all morning, but the good news is that more will be replacing them this afternoon after three. I need to clean rooms and get that done, but I can’t—not yet. This was the last guest scheduled to leave today. Now that they’re gone, I have to talk to Aden. I can’t keep putting it off. I just can’t.

“Are you ready?” Aden asks on cue. His words make me jerk in surprise. If he only knew how ready I’m not. Still, his words are another sign.

Ready or not.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” I mutter. “Aden, I really need to talk to you.”

“You really need to kiss me good morning,” he says, instead his voice dropping down until it has a gravely texture to it that sends chills down my spine and centers in the most feminine parts of my body. He steps into me, kissing the side of my neck, and taking me into his arms.

“I think we did enough kissing early this morning,” I tell him gently, doing my best to remain strong. Besides, I’m not wrong. Aden woke me up this morning kissing me, which led to other things besides kissing, which ended with him kissing me to stifle both our cries, as he drove deep inside of me and we climaxed together.

“There’s never enough kissing, honey,” he argues, his hand moving under my shirt and traveling up to palm my breast.”

“Aden,” I hiss. “Anyone could come in.”

“I’m more interested in making you come,” he responds.

“Aden!” I push away, forcing myself to—and that’s not easy. I want to give in to him more than I want my next breath.

“I really need to talk to you.”

“I’m sensing this isn’t something you can talk about while I’m making you come,” he mumbles, scratching the side of his face.

“No. It’s definitely not. It’s something that is very serious.”

“It has to wait then, honey.”

“What? No it doesn’t! This is important and can’t be put off.”

“I’m sensing that,” he agrees.

“So, we need to talk.”

“That’s not going to work for me, babe. We will be late and we can’t be late.”

“Late? Late for what?”

“I have a surprise for you and that surprise is not here. So we have to leave. We’ll have to have your talk later.”

“You already surprised me with the billboards…”

“This is not that kind of surprise. This is a surprise where I get the benefits. This is also a surprise I’ve spent all morning arranging and we can’t be late.”

“You got the benefits of the billboard surprise too,” I mumble.

“I did. I surely did, and let me tell you last night was fucking hot. So good and so hot that it inspired me to get creative with my surprise this morning—a surprise, I’ll repeat, that we can’t be late for. So I need you to get a move on and move that sexy ass of yours and go put on the clothes I laid out for you.”

“I… you were just trying to get me to sleep with you. How is us talking going to make us any later than that?”

“I wasn’t trying to get you to sleep with me,” he denies and my patience is about gone. It took all the courage I had to start this conversation and he’s ruining it.


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