Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 78732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
I dip my head in understanding, grateful he won't spend the day to come, blaming me for punishing him because of the damage that Troy caused.
Instead of letting me get lost in those regrets, he kisses me. It's soft and slow at first, his tongue softly seeking mine, but like it has been every other time we've kissed, it doesn't take long before the fire is lit inside both of us.
My arms wrap around his body, and as hard as I try to fight the urge to climb inside of him, he seems just as eager, lifting me easily and walking us to the bed.
"You're sure?" he asks with a roll of his hips, his body already ready for exactly what mine needs.
I peer up at him, swallowing some of my need so I don't seem like a sex-crazed lunatic. My breaths are uneven, my body urging me to lean back in for another kiss, but I know the importance of this. I know what he's asking.
What happens next is more than just two bodies finally coming together.
If we take this to the next level, I'm shunning the annulment and telling him that I want to spend the rest of my life with him.
It's the easiest decision I think I've ever made in my life.
I nod, giving him a smile when his face lights up above mine.
"Really?" he whispers, double-checking just to make sure.
"Yes," I whisper.
But then, in the next breath, instead of pulling my shirt over my head or helping me shuck off my leggings, he stands from the bed and fishes into his pocket.
"What are you doing?" I ask, but then he's standing there with a velvet box in his hands.
"You need to wear this."
"That is not the band we got married with," I say, looking at the diamond shining alongside the matching wedding band.
"This is what we should've gotten married with," he says. "Stay married to me?"
I can't verify with a hundred percent accuracy if he'd even let me say no to him because he's pushing the beautiful rings onto my left hand before I can respond.
He curls a finger under my chin when I can't stop looking at them on my hand.
"Forever," he whispers. "You're my forever."
When I smile, it's as if it somehow activates the frenzy in both of us.
His hands roam over my body, and mine do the same on him as we shed each other's clothing.
It feels like every breath, every word, every second since we met has been leading up to this.
It's our reward for all of it, and we're not going to let anything stand in the way of celebrating how far we've come.
"Slow down," he whispers when I step into him and wrap my hands around his straining erection.
I pull in a deep breath, narrowing my eyes when he laughs at how strained it sounds.
"Don't laugh at me," I mutter, attempting to take a step back, but his arm wraps around my middle and he pulls me into his chest, trapping the heat of his cock between us.
"I'll be saying the same thing when I come in half a minute if we don't slow things down," he says, his lips against mine.
I swallow, understanding exactly what he means. I know this needs to be special, and it'll be perfect however it happens, but I fully understand where he's coming from. My body is on fire, burning with such a strong sense of urgency for him to finally be inside of me that it has the ability to drive me insane if we wait too much longer before it happens.
"I just need you," I confess.
"And I need you," he says, covering my body with his.
The weight and warmth of his skin against mine is sheer perfection, and I know it's going to be something I long for every day.
"We're going to go slow," he says, but his hips are rolling, his cock leaving the evidence of his need on my skin, and it only makes me ache for him further.
"Okay," I say, but his laughter with the speed at which I agree makes it known that unless he controls everything, I won't be able to help myself.
If it were up to me, I'd toss this man to his back and spear myself on his cock in the same breath.
"Ready?" he asks, his lips moving over the skin on my neck.
I moan my approval, holding my breath as he pulls his hips back.
I spread for him, giving him the access to my body that I've been protecting all this time.
There's no doubt when he nudges right at the perfect spot, that this is how it was always meant to be.
We weren't supposed to do this that night in the hot tub or the next day in the shower. I wasn't meant to climb into the back seat of the SUV and give this to him then.