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)
I clenched my teeth and spoke louder. “I’m asking you to sleep in the bed with me.”
“That’s better.” He got off the couch and walked around to the far side. “So how do you feel about my pants?”
“Your pants?”
“Yes. I seem to recall a rule about not undressing in front of each other. But I’d rather not sleep in my pants. Could you maybe close your eyes?”
“Just take them off,” I said irritably. “I don’t care.”
He slipped them off while I pretended I wasn’t watching, pretended my heart wasn’t pounding, pretended my lady bits weren’t tingling with anticipation. Then he climbed into the bed, pulling the covers to his waist.
I turned onto my side, facing him. I scooted a little closer to the center of the bed.
He stayed right where he was, lying on his back.
At this point, I was seething. “You’re going to stay all the way over there?”
“Seems prudent. Unless you’d like to break another rule.”
My pulse quickened. “Which one did you have in mind?”
“Well, if I move any closer to you, I’ll definitely be tempted to kiss you, and since that falls under the no-sex rule umbrella, I suppose that’s the one I was thinking about.”
I stretched out one leg. My toes found his calf. “What if I said we could break that rule?”
“Is that what you’re saying?”
“Yes. I mean, it does seem a bit silly,” I said, my arm snaking across the few inches of remaining space between us. When I felt his torso, I moved my hand over his abdomen. The muscles tensed beneath my palm. “We’ve already done it.”
“That’s true,” he said. “And we weren’t even married then.”
“Exactly.” I tucked myself along his side, slid my hand lower on his hip—and stopped. “Wait, you’re naked already?”
“You watched me take off my pants.”
“I know, but it was dark. I thought you had underwear on.”
“I like to sleep naked.” Suddenly he flipped me onto my back, pinning my wrists above my shoulders. His cock pressed into my hip, thick and hard. “Just so I’m clear—all rules are out the window?”
“All except one.”
“And which one is that?”
“The one about the end date for the marriage. That rule stays in place.” I didn’t want there to be any confusion about that.
“So you mean, we can essentially enjoy no-strings-attached sex for a few months while we save your family’s resort and fuck over my former company?”
“Yes.”
“Well. You drive a hard bargain, Alexandra McIntyre, but I think I can agree to those terms.” He grinned. “Congratulations on closing the deal.”
“Buckley.”
“Huh?”
“Alexandra Buckley. We’re married, remember?”
“That’s right.” He lowered his lips to my ear. “And I hope you’re not tired, because I plan on fucking my wife all night long.”
My entire body trembled. “You do?”
“Yes. But first, I’m going to get her naked, put my hands on every inch of her skin, and make her come with my tongue.” He sucked my earlobe into his mouth. “How does that sound?”
“That sounds amazing,” I panted.
“Good. Because you know what they say.” His lips hovered above mine. “Happy wife, happy life.”
I learned something about my husband that night—how patient he could be in bed.
He nearly drove me mad with it.
After lifting my shirt over my head and pulling my shorts and panties down my legs, Devlin spent an agonizingly long time just touching me. Hands only. Running his palms along my limbs, over my belly, across my back. His fingers caressed my collarbone, the curve of my hip, every one of my toes. Beneath his hands, I trembled and writhed, arched and stretched. My body burned for his touch, my body was molten. Sometimes I could feel his breath on my skin, and I’d go perfectly still, hoping his lips would make contact.
I realized he was avoiding all the most sensitive spots and whimpered softly. My breasts ached for his hands, my nipples hard and tingling. Deep within my core, the need for him was gathering like a storm. My clit fluttered and hummed, desperate for his attention.
“Devlin.” His name was a plea on my lips.
“Yes?”
“I want you.”
“You have me.” Kneeling between my thighs, he pressed his fingertips to the hollow at the base of my throat and drew a line down my chest. “I’m wearing the ring to prove it.”
“You know what I mean.” I arched my back, praying he’d be unable to resist. Patience was not my strong suit. “I want you to fuck me.”
“We’ll get there. It’s not just about the destination, Lexi.” When he reached the bottom of my ribcage, he circled one breast, giving its sensitive tip a wide berth, but then slowly spiraling inward, loop after loop bringing him closer to the pebbled peak. When he finally brushed his thumb across it, I cried out, clawing at the sheets. “God, you’re beautiful,” he said, teasing me with featherlight strokes, gentle pinches, soft tugs, until I was nearly out of my mind with desire. Then he repeated it all on the other side.