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)
You’re a Finn now, too.
She must be, or maybe all their Kumbaya ways were getting to her. She wanted to help a few of them out herself.
“Since we’re so problem free, maybe now would be a good time to tell me more about Ken and Brady. I know you introduced them.” She loved the intrigued gleam that instantly twinkled to life in her friend’s eyes. “What’s stopping those handsome, interfering matchmakers from tying the knot themselves? And what can we do to fix it and give them a taste of their own medicine at the same time?”
“Oh princess,” Tasha crooned, leaning closer. “I knew I’d love being your sister-cousin.”
***
It was late by the time she and William got back home, and though she wanted to fill him in on everything she’d learned, he seemed intent on getting her upstairs and into bed, even if he had to carry her.
She loved it when he did that.
“I’m not far enough along for this to be necessary,” she grumbled, nibbling on his ear because that always drove him crazy.
“This has nothing to do with the baby, Mrs. Finn. It’s about that sundress you wore tonight. And you, a married woman in the family way,” he said, aiming for a scandalized tone.
She rolled her eyes. No one else would ever see her the way he did. As if she were a walking, talking temptation instead of a forty-something mother-to-be with cankles from water retention. But she wasn’t about to complain. “I saw Uncle Shawn talking on your phone again. Pat?”
William’s smile was warm. “Ever since Shelley put Skype on the thing, those two are thick as thieves. And they’ve both agreed not to discuss football again unless they want the consequences.”
“We should go for a visit next weekend. We haven’t seen them since the wedding.”
She couldn’t believe how many members of the Collins family had shown up for her second wedding on such short notice. They’d all been there for William. The man had a way about him.
Her warm, tender feelings vanished when he dropped her without warning, her ass bouncing on their big bed.
“Hey, punk ass!”
The buttons on William’s shirt popped off as he ripped it open, kicking off his shoes distractedly. “Yes, my love?”
She licked her lips at the sight of his chest. He’d been working out every day, even running with Younger in the mornings to be in top form for the opening.
She’d thought she had a hard time resisting him before.
“Why aren’t you naked yet?”
William winked at her as he dropped his pants, solving that problem before climbing onto the bed and dragging her beneath him. “Why aren’t you?”
She moaned into his mouth and flung her sandals off her feet before wrapping her legs around him.
The things he could do with his fingers were criminal. He trapped her clit between his knuckles, touching her in the way he knew would take her quickly over the edge.
“I’ve wanted to rip this off you for hours,” he muttered against her dress, his teeth tugging at the low neckline. “But you like to keep me waiting, don’t you, darlin’?”
She rocked against his hand, moaning when he bit down on one sensitive nipple and sucked hard. “If I say yes, will you spank me again?”
She heard the sound of fabric tearing and her dress disappeared, leaving her bare to his gaze. “Is that a yes?”
“Later,” he growled, lifting her legs over his shoulders and lowering his head. “Much, much later.”
He drove her wild with his tongue until she was begging, willing to do anything to get him inside her.
“William, please.”
He came over her and thrust deep, both of them moaning at the tight, perfect fit. “You know I love it when you beg,” he rasped. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
Bronte pushed him onto his back and straddled him, bringing his hands up to cup her breasts as she rocked against him. “I dare you to try.”
“God, I love my wife.” He groaned, caressing her as he watched her ride him slowly, drawing it out until his brilliant blue eyes were blazing with need. “Wherever you are is my home. My only home.”
“Holy shit.” She leaned forward to kiss him, hips grinding faster and harder against him until they were both gasping on the edge. “That’s cheating, leprechaun. You know I can’t resist you when quote that book to me.”
“It’s only fair, love. I can’t resist you at all.”