Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
“But it’s our anniversary. And I want a present.” He pivoted and put my back against a thick oak tree, grinding his hard length against me. “Give me fifteen minutes.”
My lips curved into a grin. “Where have I heard that before?”
“Maybe I’ll only need five minutes. Fuck, I’m so hard.” Reaching beneath my dress, he inched his fingers inside the edge of my underwear, slipped them easily inside me. “Jesus. Make that two minutes.”
“Devlin, we can’t do this out here.”
“The hell we can’t.” He dropped to his knees and yanked my panties to my ankles, then tossed one of my legs over his shoulder and buried his tongue in my pussy.
My cry of surprise pierced the empty woods, and a frightened squirrel scampered up a nearby tree. Devlin gripped my hips, refusing to let up, feasting hungrily. Moans of pleasure escaped my throat—I couldn’t help it—and I worked my fingers into his hair, clutching tight. In no time at all, I was coming hard all over his mouth.
With a grunt of impatience, he leaped to his feet and unbuckled his jeans. Freed his cock. Gave it a few quick, hard pulls. Then he lifted the bottom of my dress and hitched up one of my legs, and before I even had time to catch my breath from the first climax, he was driving me toward the second.
He fucked me hard and fast, and I cried out at the height of each powerful thrust, so loud that Devlin put a hand over my lips to muffle the sound. I sucked his thumb into my mouth and caught it between my teeth. I clawed the back of his shirt so hard I thought my nails might rake right through it. He shoved in further, burying himself inside me, pinning my lower back to the tree and moving his hips in small, quick thrusts that made my body seize up around his cock and then release all its tension once more—from a different place this time, somewhere deeper and more secret. With a long groan, he stiffened, and with three final strokes, he was lost. I closed my eyes and relished every throb of him inside me.
Not only that, but the fact that he’d wanted me so badly, he had to have me right here, right now—even though he knew I’d be in his bed later. There was something so thrilling about being desired that way, especially by someone like Devlin. So handsome and smart and successful and charming. He could have anyone . . . yet here I was.
Maybe I wasn’t in love with him, but damn if I wasn’t in love with being his wife.
After the final shudder, he rested his forehead against mine. “What are the chances,” he said, breathing hard, “I could talk you into blowing off work for the rest of the day?”
I laughed. “Not even you could close that deal. I have to get back. Tabitha is gone for the rest of the week, so I’m the only front desk employee.”
“Where did she go?”
“Florida, I guess, to visit her father.”
“Can’t say I’ll miss her.” He pulled out gently and put himself back together while I wished I had something to clean up with. The evidence of our afternoon delight was trickling down my thigh as I tugged my panties into place.
He noticed I was uncomfortable and immediately guessed why. “Here,” he said, yanking off his collared shirt and then the white T-shirt he wore underneath. “Use this. Actually, let me.” Dropping to his knees, he carefully and considerately wiped the insides of my legs and between them with his soft white cotton shirt, then put my panties back in place. “Is that better?”
“Yes,” I said softly, touched by the gesture. “Thank you.”
“Of course. I like taking care of you.”
I smiled, my heart trilling like a sparrow.
Eventually, we walked back to the golf cart, and Devlin drove me back to the main lodge. “You good?”
“I think so. How do I look?”
“Like you’ve been thoroughly ravaged by a wolf in the woods.”
I laughed. “Well, you look like the wolf who did the ravaging, so before the next contractor appointment, you might want to fix your hair.”
“I believe you ravaged my hair.” He ran a hand over it. “You maniac.”
“Can’t help it. Not sorry.” Grinning, I started to get out of the cart when he grabbed my arm.
“Hey.” Tugging me closer, he kissed me. “See you later. Wife.”
Fireworks went off in my chest.
Later that night, Devlin ran a fingertip over the words that stretched from one shoulder blade to the other. “I like your tattoo. Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all.”
“Thanks.” We were in bed, covers thrown off, still hot and sweaty, the smell of sex on our skin. I was lying on my belly, and he was on his side next to me. “It’s something my dad used to say, although later I discovered he pilfered the line from Helen Keller.”