Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
His eyes look at me as if he’s asking me a question, but before he even voices it, I tell him. “You’re my first. I was saving myself for my husband.”
Again, his head falls to my chest with a muttered “Fuck.”
He pushes into me gently at first, and he’s stretching me, filling me up. I know the instant he reaches my barrier. His fingers go to my clit again, and I’m still sensitive from my earlier orgasm, so it isn’t long before I’m ready again, and he pushes through, completely filling me up and taking me.
With each thrust, he whispers against me, “Mine. Mine. Mine.”
I want to reassure him and let him know that I am in fact his, but I’m half out of my mind with the way my body is responding to his. He moans against my neck, kissing me, and my senses are on overload. I can feel him everywhere and before long, I’m coming again.
He thrusts once, twice more, and then he’s grunting, filling me with his cum.
“Yes,” I moan.
Completely satiated, I lay listless and limp as he falls down beside me. I don’t know what you’re supposed to do afterward, so I follow my gut and curl into him, kissing his chest.
With his arms circling me, he holds me so tight I can barely breathe, but I don’t ask him to stop. I’ve never felt so safe, so cared for, or dare I say…so loved.
Chapter Nine
Mason
I feel like I’m losing my mind.
I keep telling myself it’s not real, but I’ve never felt anything so real as what I feel when I’m with Mia. We’ve been at the cabin for forty-eight hours already, and I haven’t been able to keep my hands off her.
The only thing that keeps me remembering that this isn’t real is thinking about that hug Mia shared at the airport with that Serge guy. Maybe she just wants to be with someone, it doesn’t matter who it is.
Today is Christmas, and I’m lying on the couch recovering from the big breakfast that we had. Mia loved the presents I got her, a soft blanket, a robe with Mrs. Mistletoe printed on the back, and the diamond earrings. Of all her presents, I think she loved the robe the most. Instead of putting it on, I’ve caught her staring at her name since she received it.
She gave me a beard kit, pajama bottoms, and homemade coupons offering back rubs, showers together and alone time. She took back the shaving kit and the pajamas as soon as I opened them because she decided she likes my beard and doesn’t want me sleeping in pants. Luckily, she let me keep the coupons, and I know I’ll be redeeming those very soon.
“Mason, did you do this?” she asks me, walking into the living room.
She’s holding up the picture I drew of her, but I’m not looking at it. I’m looking at her. She’s in awe of the portrait, and the way she’s looking at me cuts through my walls of defense like a tongue through whipped cream. I sit up, pulling her into my arms until she lands on my lap, and I cradle her there. “Yes. That first night when you were in the bath.”
She shakes her head, confused. “How? I mean, we’d just met, how did you do such a portrait without even looking at me?”
I should be embarrassed. I should just blow it off, but I can’t. “From the first moment I saw you, before I was even sure you were the one I was going to marry, I had committed everything about you to memory. You’re beautiful, Mia.”
“Oh, Mason.” She puts her hand on my chest as her face flushes a pretty pink.
I cup her jaw. “Tell me something about you. Something I don’t know.”
She looks up at the ceiling and back at me. “Uh, I own a winery.”
“What?” I ask her, surprised. “You own a winery?”
“Well, yes. When my parents passed, it was left to me, but I haven’t been there since their death. I haven’t been able to bring myself to go there.” A sadness overcomes her face, and I rub my thumb across her cheek as if I could smooth out her worry lines. “I have people in place to run it, but maybe one day you would want to go there with me?” she asks me hopefully.
“Sure, absolutely.” I think about the fact that she has an income, she’s beautiful and smart, she’s everything. Why did she agree to this marriage? I can’t figure it out. “Why did you agree to an arranged marriage, Mia?” I ask her, thinking her answer will be what keeps me from tipping over the edge.
She starts to talk about her parents. And instead of the sadness when she brought them up before, her face is filled with hope. Her hand goes to my face, tracing the scar on my cheek, and then she leans in and kisses the puckered skin there softly before pulling back. “My parents had an arranged marriage. Neither one of them wanted to go through with it, but as soon as they saw each other, they agreed to it.” She shrugs her shoulders. “It was love at first sight. It was fate. I know that’s what it was. And I don’t know, but when I talked to your mom, I couldn’t not do it. It weighed on me so heavily, I knew I was going to do it.” She takes a deep breath and pulls back her shoulders, looking me straight in the eye as if daring me to disagree with her. “I believe it’s fate that brought us together.”