Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 43444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
She’d had no idea.
She might be going into shock.
Was this a Finn thing? If so, she didn’t wonder why Hugo couldn’t keep his hands off his husband anymore.
It might be a William thing.
If that was true, she was definitely in trouble.
He adjusted her on the bed, wrapping the blanket over her hips and tugging her against him, curling his big body around her. His erection was pulsing wet and hard against her back.
She tried to turn. “I thought you…?”
William’s chuckle was hoarse. “Came in my fist like a damn speeding train? I did. I’m as surprised as you that I’m ready for another go. I shouldn’t be, but it might be a permanent condition when it comes to you.”
Her thighs tightened in reaction. “I don’t have enough energy to find the right response to that.”
His fingers traced her shoulder tenderly. “I should have fed you first. I had strict instructions to feed you and convince you to come to the pub tonight, but then you opened the door in your barely there knickers and all my plans flew out the window.”
Bronte smiled lazily, eyes closed. “That’s right. I’m a temptress in my Target undies and Cross Your Heart support bra. Didn’t you see the line of men outside the door?”
The sound of the smack registered before the stinging sensation. She pushed up on her elbow, eyes now open wide in surprise. “You did not just do that.”
“I did.” He did it again, his handsome face unsmiling. “I think it was in the vows. Honor, cherish, and spank liberally if you ever get out of line.”
“I think I would have remembered that.”
William snorted. “You were several sheets to the wind, darlin’. Thoroughly pissed. You barely remembered your name.”
She remembered enough.
He rubbed away the heat. “I could make you like it. And I might later, but that’s not what this was about.”
He could make her like being spanked? “Why then?”
“I don’t like the way you talk about yourself. See yourself.”
“It’s called reality, Finn. Women of a certain age need to face it occasionally. Things that used to perk up start to sag, what used to be tight without effort starts to relax. And accessories like lacy lingerie and thongs transform into comfortable Granny panties and slimming Spanx.”
His lips quivered with repressed humor. “Granny panties? Is that what you were wearing?”
“Close enough. If I knew you were going to turn me into a human pretzel and rock my world as soon as you got here, I would have chosen differently.”
He tugged her down and rolled on top of her. His jeans were still open and she bit her lip as his hard pipe of a cock slid along her stomach. He really was gifted. “I rocked your world?”
“Don’t fish for compliments.”
“I’m fishing.” He adjusted himself against her, both of them inhaling sharply when he canted his hips forward, his shaft slipping through her wet sex. “God, that’s good. I can’t help but wonder what kind of worthless pricks you were dating before I showed up. I’m not sure how any man with eyes and half a brain wouldn’t be working day and night to get between your thighs for a taste.”
She squirmed uncomfortably. “It never came up.”
His blue eyes were bright with disbelief. “Go on. It’s all I can think about. And now that I’ve had a sip of that ambrosia, I’ll be thirsty for the rest of my life. How can you not have—”
“I never let it get that far.” She stared at the dark stubble on his chin and tried to shrug it off. “I don’t have much time for dating, anyway, so things rarely get past the goodnight and thanks for the doggie bag stage.”
“You don’t have…” His eyes narrowed, thoughtful and laser focused. “When was the last time it got to the good morning, what’s for breakfast stage?”
“Are you seriously asking that? Right now? Is this an Irish thing? Is it normal to discuss previous partners after you make someone come instead of before?”
“Is it an American thing to get defensive and prudish when talking about sex?”
“Of course it is. Everyone knows that.”
“Sex, woman. When’s the last time you had it before now?”
“Technically we still haven’t,” she pointed out weakly. “Not in the strictest definition of the word.”
“I’ll give you strict,” he grumbled. He didn’t really look like he wanted to know, but he was as stubborn as she was. He wasn’t going to let her change the subject.
She sighed. “Fine, but it’s not as big a deal as you’re about to make it.”
“I won’t make a big deal out of it.”
“Yes, you will.”
“I won’t.”
“I was twenty.”
“Twenty-one years?”
She flinched.
“I knew it.” Bronte tried to push him off her but he wasn’t budging. “Yes. My abstinence is old enough to legally order a beer. Thank you for pointing that out and reminding me of our age difference at the same time. I feel so much better about this entire situation.”