Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 151864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 759(@200wpm)___ 607(@250wpm)___ 506(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 759(@200wpm)___ 607(@250wpm)___ 506(@300wpm)
“The same as you do to me.” She nuzzles right into my neck on a sigh.
Who thought a wedding I feared would become one of the best days of my life?
IT’S HARD TO PERFECT PERFECTION. Today has been so fucking perfect, so whatever’s to come needs to be pretty damn amazing. “I want you naked except for those gorgeous earrings,” I tell Lainey as I carry her into my apartment. “For the rest of the weekend.” I don’t plan on letting her out of my sight. Ever.
“Depends on what it’s worth.” She slips down from my body and takes both of my hands, backing up toward the couch. I let her pull me along, my thumbs working consistent circles over her skin.
“We both know you’re going nowhere.” I sound as confident as I feel, and after the revelations of today, I’m very confident. Things have shifted. Our minds have aligned. Like I said, perfect.
“Then hurry up and get your clothes off, Tyler.” She starts to push my jacket from my shoulders, quick and clumsily, and as soon as she’s rid me of it, my waistcoat buttons are tackled.
“I know you hate swimming.” I start to help her along, pulling my shirt out of my trousers. “But how do you feel about baths?”
Her fingers freeze, her eyes flipping up to mine. “It would be incredibly irrational for me to be afraid of a bath.”
“It wouldn’t,” I argue. “Water is water if you’re afraid of it.”
“And water is in the shower. And it’s in rain. And a tap. Jesus, I’ll never drink ever again.”
Leaning into her, I bite her cheek. “Smart-arse.”
“You want a bath?” She giggles.
“Do you?”
She ponders my question for a second. “Will there be bubbles and a hot man?”
“I’m sure it can be arranged.”
“Then I’m in. All in.”
Smiling, I turn her around and move her hair over her shoulder, letting it tumble down her front, my eyes locating the zip of her dress. “Let’s get this off,” I murmur, moving in close to her back as I lower the fastening of her gold dress, just enough to expose one shoulder. My lips are on her skin in a heartbeat, and I lick a wide circle across her flesh, splaying my palm across her tummy as I release the zip the rest of the way. “I can feel how badly you want me.” Her heart is thumping, my body absorbing the blows.
“Likewise,” she breathes, flexing her bum back into my groin. “Want to compare notes on wants?”
“Would love to.” I bite her shoulder, eliciting a sharp intake of breath. “That sounded like you really want me.” I play her at her own game, grinding my hips slowly into her. Another gasp. “And that.” I step back and flick the shoulders of her dress so it falls from her body to her feet. The catch of her bra glows at me, and I reach forward to unhook it while my eyes feast on the smooth expanse of her back. “I could stare at you forever.” Her bra falls to the floor with her dress, and her shoulders rise and fall rhythmically from her shallow breathing. Reaching forward, I place a single fingertip on the nape of her neck and drag it down the center of her spine to the top of her lace-covered arse. Her torso rolls as I go. “Shall we get these off?” I hook my finger in the top of her knickers and hold it there. Lainey nods on a shaky inhale. She can’t talk, and it satisfies me deeply.
Dropping to my knees behind her, I make a point of lazily drawing her knickers down her thighs, stopping when her arse is fully uncovered. There’s no way I can ignore it when it’s this close, so I move in and kiss each cheek in turn while I drag her underwear the rest of the way. Fuck, she smells unbelievable.
“Tyler.” She finds her voice, albeit quivering with want. I’m not without some profound reactions myself, blood surging through my body and collecting in one place. But this. Seeing Lainey’s need, feeling her body tremble with want, holds me in check. I start to kiss my way up her back, dragging my palm up her inside thigh and making a point of stroking across her sex. My moan is strangled and ragged when my hand slips across her wet flesh, her body bowing sharply as a result of the contact.
“Soaking wet.” God, she’s dripping. “This feels like you want me a lot, Lainey. Want to continue comparing those notes?”
Her face turns into her shoulder when my lips make it there, her eyes closed, her face blissful. “Kiss me,” she demands, opening her lids and pinning me with wild eyes. “And never stop.”
Fuck. Her words serve as a trigger, and I’m attacking her mouth with force as she spins into my arms and palms my head with both hands. The soft warmth of her mouth blinds me, the force of her tongue exploring, pushing my level of want to unbearable heights. Her lips never stray from mine as she helps me strip down, our movements suddenly clumsy and desperate.