Total pages in book: 186
Estimated words: 178688 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 893(@200wpm)___ 715(@250wpm)___ 596(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 178688 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 893(@200wpm)___ 715(@250wpm)___ 596(@300wpm)
“Oh my God.” I blow out a ragged breath.
Tyler kicks off his boxers, then grabs my hand and leads me to a bare spot on the wall. “Put your hands above your head and spread your legs.”
His deep voice sends a thrill down my spine. I love when Tyler’s tone is demanding. When I hear it, I become so eager to please him.
Once I’m positioned to his liking, he moves behind me.
“You have me so fucking hard, baby.” I hear him stroking himself and grin. Tyler grabs my waist as he slides against my pussy, coating the tip with my juices. “Hang on.”
He pushes inside, slow and easy at first, then pulls out before sliding back in. The intense feeling has my head falling back on my shoulders. Tyler drops his mouth to my neck, fists my hair, and continues thrusting. His other hand slides up my arm, and he threads our fingers together.
“Fuckin’ perfect, sweetheart. You and me.”
“Always,” I say around a moan.
Tyler switches from hard and fast to soft and slow. It’s enough to drive me wild, and by the time my orgasm builds, I’m crying out his name. Slipping his hand between my legs, Tyler rubs my clit until I fall over the edge again. He squeezes my breast, kissing up my throat before capturing my lips. As he whispers sweet nothings, I fight to catch my breath and unravel for the third time.
It’s too much. But so goddamn good.
“I love how responsive you are, baby. Your body craves my touch,” he growls.
“I can’t get enough,” I admit. “We could hibernate in here all winter long, and it still wouldn’t be enough.”
“That sounds like fucking heaven,” he says against my mouth.
Before I can respond, he spins me around and leads me to the kitchen. Tyler turns me again until my stomach is flat on the counter. I stick out my ass as he slides back inside me, and I gasp at how deep he goes.
“Shit,” he hisses, ramming faster. I release a breathy moan as he holds my hips tightly. My pussy clenches, and he pants harder. “Sit.”
He nearly gives me whiplash as he pulls out and flips me over until the cold marble hits my ass.
“Jesus,” I say with a laugh, gripping his shoulders.
“We have one more position to check off your list.” He flashes me a wink, stroking his length before sliding between my legs. “You’re so tight, Gemma. I’m using all the willpower I have not to come yet.”
Clinging to him, I wrap my arms and neck around him as he roughly pounds me. He’s a saint for keeping up the pace this long, and I want him to unravel with me this time. The buildup is intense, and I’m close again. With my lips to his neck, I press a soft kiss against his skin, then whisper in his ear, “I love the way you fuck me, husband. Come with me.”
Moments later, Tyler releases a roar of a moan and sinks as deep as he can, spilling inside me. I lean back, my palms flat on the counter as he grabs my hips and pumps into me one more time.
“Fuck, baby.” His voice is hoarse and sounds even more sexy. “You nearly killed me.”
I grab his face and bring our mouths together. “And we get a lifetime of that.”
Hours later, we’re in my bed, naked and tangled in the sheets. We haven’t stopped ravishing each other, sucking and licking, fucking and making love. I’ve never experienced anything like this before, and the fact it’s with Tyler makes it a million times better. The love I feel for him is so strong, and I can barely contain the bursting happiness with every kiss we share.
“Thank you for marrying me,” I say as I rest my head on his chest. “And keeping me close even when I tried to push you away.”
He tightens his hold around my back and tilts up my chin. “Thank you for loving and trusting me enough to say yes.”
“So if we’re doing this—staying married and all—don’t you think a husband and wife should live together?” I ask nervously. Though I don’t know why I’m anxious about mentioning this, I know it’s still a big step.
“You sure you’re ready for that?” he asks. “I mean, besides us being married and all, that’s making it official-official.” He smiles.
“According to the State of Alabama, we’re already official,” I quip. “But yes, I’ve been ready since I was eighteen. Every night, I wanna come home to you in this cottage—where it all began.”
“You gonna let me do the cooking?” He pops a brow.
“Just so you know, I can make a mean omelet. Ask my dad.”
“No offense, sweetheart, but your father is too nice to tell you it’s not good.”
My jaw drops as I release a gasp. “Just for that…” I lower my hand and cup his balls.