Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
He grins. “You’ll be sexy no matter how old you get. Besides, you’re married to an old man.”
“You’re not old.”
“When I’m fifty, you’ll be forty.”
“And?”
“You’ll leave me for a younger man.”
The breath leaves my lungs. He’s talking like we’ll still be married in twenty years. “I’d never leave you,” I tell him. Reaching over, I run my fingers through his hair, pushing it off his forehead.
He grabs me around the waist and pulls me to his lap so that I’m straddling him. “Because you’re my wife,” he says, resting his palm against my cheek. “We said vows.”
“I remember.”
“Can I tell you a secret?”
We’ve both been drinking. Our inhibitions have melted away, and we’re both more loose-lipped than we would be without the alcohol in our systems. “You can tell me anything.”
“I really like kissing my wife.”
“Yeah?” I croak.
“Can I tell you another secret?”
“I’m listening.” I place my hands on his shoulders.
“I don’t think I would if it wasn’t you.”
“You don’t think you would what?” I ask, even though I’m pretty sure I know what he means. My heart certainly thinks so as it beats double time inside my chest.
“Like kissing my wife if you weren’t my wife.”
“Come on, Casanova. We need to call it a night.” I carefully stand and climb out of the hot tub, reaching for a towel. Legend is right behind me. This moment is too real, too raw, and I don’t know how to handle it. I want things with him that weren’t part of our deal, and I refuse to make this harder on either one of us.
I can do this. I can avoid handing my heart over to my in-name-only husband on a silver platter. I just need to keep repeating that in my head until my heart gets on board.
“We can clean up out here before we leave tomorrow. Let’s get you inside.” He quickly closes the cover to the hot tub and, with his hand on the small of my back, he leads me into the cabin.
We don’t speak as we make our way to our room. Once inside, Legend closes the door behind us. He snakes an arm around my waist and pulls my back to his front. He buries his face in my neck and inhales deeply. “You feel it, too, right?”
I don’t have to ask what he’s talking about. We’ve been dancing around this chemistry for weeks. “I feel it too,” I whisper.
Legend clutches my towel, which causes it to fall to the floor. He then drops his own. I stand still, not sure what he’s doing, but I’m on board for whatever happens next. I remain still, eyes closed, just—waiting. For what? I’m not sure. But whatever it is, I don’t want to miss it.
His finger slides beneath the strap of my bikini. He traces from one side to the other. Goose bumps break out on my skin, and it has nothing to do with just coming out of the hot tub.
It’s Legend.
I focus on breathing when I feel the strap give way, and my top loosens.
“Arms up, gorgeous.”
I don’t hesitate to do as I’m told and lift my arms over my head, letting the bikini top fall to the floor. My arms drift back to my sides as I wait to see what’s next. I’m here for whatever it is. I don’t have to wait long before Legend cups my breasts with his large, calloused hands.
Tilting my head back, I rest it against his shoulder as he plays with my nipples, pinching and rolling them between his fingertips. “Oh,” I moan, because damn, that feels good.
The desire in the air is so thick, I can almost taste it, but we both remain quiet as he continues to explore me. My eyes remain closed, and I’m enjoying every minute of my fake husband's hands on me.
All too soon, his hands drop to my waist. I lift my head, not sure what’s happening next, when he drops to his knees. He places a gentle kiss on the small of my back before he slides an index finger under the waistline on both sides and pulls. My bikini bottoms pool at my feet. Without being told, I kick them to the side, making him chuckle. The deep, husky sound goes straight to my core.
His hands roam as they trace over the backs of my thighs. When I feel his lips press onto my ass cheek in a soft kiss, I turn my head to peer down at him.
“Did you just kiss my ass?” I ask.
“Baby, I want to kiss every inch of you.”
I swallow hard. I want to scream, “Yes, please!” but all I can do is nod, unable to find my voice.
He stands and kisses my bare shoulder. “Come lie down with me.” He places his hand on the small of my back and leads me to the bed.