Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 97339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
I see the wheels turning in her mind and know she’s on the verge of asking another question, but the wait is killing me. “Babe, you can ask me a million questions later. Right now, I need you to put me out of my misery. Tell me that you’ll marry me and become my wife.”
Bri pulls back ever so slightly so she can look me in the eye. She’s quiet for a moment, and it’s the worst kind of torture I’ve ever experienced. A slow smile begins lighting up her beautiful face as her eyes sparkle with the utmost love, blowing me the fuck away. “Nothing would make me happier than becoming your wife.”
Elation crashes through me, filling my veins with the sweetest ecstasy as I let out a heavy, relief-filled sigh, barely getting a chance to take another breath before her warm lips are crushing down on mine.
Brianna kisses me deeply, and I wrap her into my arms, no moment in time could possibly get better than this. You know, apart from the obvious. The moment Brianna gives birth to my children will be magical, as will the day she walks down the aisle and becomes my wife, but there’s something special about this. It’s the start of a new journey with Brianna at my side. All the pain and agony of the past thirteen months is now firmly behind us.
“Does this mean you’ll move out of the spare room?” I question.
Bri laughs, pulling back just enough to capture my stare. “Depends,” she murmurs in a seductive tone as a mischievous sparkle hits her eyes. “Are you going to make it worth my while?”
“Fuck, Bri. If you had any idea of the things I’ve been planning to do to you over the past few months, you wouldn’t even question it,” I tell her.
Bri’s eyes flare with hunger, and I scoop her off the counter bridal style. Nothing would make me happier than to have her legs wrapped around my waist and throw her up against the wall, but with two babies busting to get out of there, this is going to have to play out a little differently.
Her arms loop around my neck, and I take her up to our bedroom, being extra careful on the stairs, but fuck, it’s hard, especially when those skilled lips come down on my neck. Reaching the bedroom, I lower her to her feet, desperate to have my wicked way with her, but in reality, I’m going to take my time to savor every moment of it and worship her body just as she deserves.
Bri reaches for my shirt and pulls it straight over my head, running her greedy fingers down my chest and abs, claiming every inch of me as though she’s been dying for this very moment.
“Fuck, I’ve missed that,” I tell her, goosebumps rising everywhere she touches me.
Unable to wait another second, I rush into her, scoping her into my arms, right where she belongs. I carry her to the bed as her lips fuze with mine, and the second I lay her down, those green eyes meet mine, silently begging me to give her everything I’ve got.
I kiss her again, unable to physically pull myself away, but the promise of getting to taste her, getting to feel her again, has me moving down her body. Reaching under her, I unclasp her bra and she grabs the fabric, hastily pulling it off her arms and dumping it on the ground beside the bed. If there’s always one this I can count on with Bri, it’s that when we fuck or do anything even remotely sexual, she has to be completely naked. She’s always loved the freedom and vulnerability of completely sharing her body, and now isn’t any different.
Hunger burns through me as I take her in. She’s usually a small C, but over the past month, her breasts have swollen to a DD, and while I know she’s uncomfortable, and at times, even in pain, I can’t help but admire them. She’s so full, so fucking gorgeous, and I can’t wait to explore every inch of her changing body.
I work my way down her body, keeping to her side so I don’t squish our babies. My fingers brush over her nipple, and I watch with desire as it pebbles beneath my touch. She groans and arches her back, needing so much more, and goddammit, I’m going to give it to her.
“Oh God, Carter,” she whispers. “Please.”
My mouth closes over her nipple, my tongue gently rolling over it, and the way her nails dig into my back only spurs me on. My fingers trail down her waist and cup her sweet pussy, and she instantly grinds against the heel of my palm, desperate for more. I feel her wetness through her thong, and I can’t fucking wait to taste her again.