Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 109843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
He opened his mouth immediately and relaxed his grip on the bag. I snatched it, skirted around him, and stomped to the doors.
Kip recovered quickly—he was a former soldier, after all. But I was in an open space and already to the stairs by the time he got to me. And since he was alternating between manhandling me and treating me like I was impossibly fragile, he wasn’t going to attempt anything as I walked down the stairs.
“You’re not getting in,” Kip growled as he caught up with me on the beach.
My feet sank into the sand, usually something that calmed me. Not now that there was a six-foot alpha male trying to tell me what I could and couldn’t do.
“If I feel like getting in, I’m going to get in,” I informed him, setting my towel down in the sand.
“We’re not having this conversation.”
I squinted at Kip, who had his hands on his hips, staring at me like his word was law.
“We are having this conversation,” I said. “I’m pregnant, not an invalid, and I have been swimming on my own for decades now.”
His nostrils flared. “It’s too dangerous. And too fucking cold.”
“Not with you right here, absolutely bursting at the gills to play the hero and pull me out when I’m not even drowning, remember that?” I asked him.
Kip’s jaw twitched as he regarded me with a harsh expression. “Okay, this isn’t going to work, I need a new tactic.”
I screwed up my nose. “What do you mean new—”
His kiss cut me off. At first, I struggled against it—not that that did much, and I didn’t struggle that hard. It only made it more erotic.
I tangled my hands in his hair, tearing at his scalp, and reveled in his groan of pleasure mingled with pain.
Kip lowered us onto the towel, lips never leaving mine. I straddled him, gasping as my pussy rubbed against his hard cock.
One of his hands went to the tie at my neck, undoing it so my bikini fell forward and my breasts were exposed.
Kip’s mouth left mine and found my nipple.
I tightened my grip on his hair, throwing my head back and crying out.
I ground myself against him, knowing the friction of my bikini bottoms against his jeans was going to be enough to make me come if I kept at it.
Especially with his lips, tongue, and teeth on my sensitive nipple.
I ripped at Kip’s tee, needing the bare skin of his torso but hating that he would have to remove his mouth from my nipple in order to get it off.
He obliged quickly, and unfortunately, he had to move more in order to get his jeans off.
He rolled us gently so I was now on my back, sand rubbing against my skin in a way that should’ve been gross and annoying but somehow wasn’t.
Kip’s turquoise eyes were blazing, fastened on me. “Don’t you stay on your back for long,” he growled, yanking off his jeans.
He was back on the sand and had a hold of me in order to lift me into my previous position of straddling him.
He pulled at the tie on my hip, exposing my pussy, and yanked at his underwear to free his cock.
Kip’s hands were tight on my hips, lifting me ever so slightly and then slamming me down on his cock.
Pleasure shot through my body, and I threw my head back again, letting him dictate my movements, bouncing up and down against his cock, my knees digging into the sand.
My head moved back, and my eyes found Kip’s, which were electric and seemed like they’d been watching me the entire time.
“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” he grunted.
My breath left me in a whoosh as my orgasm rushed forward.
“No talking,” I demanded, shoving my finger against his lips.
He opened them and sucked on my finger as I continued riding him.
“Come for me, wife,” Kip demanded once he let go of my finger.
I let out a sound of frustration mingled with pleasure. “Don’t tell me what to do.”
He showed his teeth in a wicked and sinful smile as his hands tightened at my hips. “Come for me, wife,” he repeated.
I opened my mouth to tell him to shut the fuck up, but only a strangled moan came out. I couldn’t argue with him because I was too busy coming for him.
“Holy shit,” I said against his chest.
I had only just regained the ability to speak. Even now, I was still breathing heavily.
Kip’s arms were tight around me. We were still lying in the sand, me mostly on top of him, adjusted to accommodate my stomach. Somewhere in the past week or so it had suddenly gotten bigger. I no longer looked like I ate a bunch of tacos and chased them with a bunch of beer. I actually looked like a pregnant woman. My changing body was beautiful to me, a sign my baby was growing.