Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50689 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50689 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
She nudges her hip a little, and her eyes widen even more. “You’re...uh, you’re uh, I mean...”
I lean in and whisper into her ear, “I’m hard, Bella. This is how I am with you. I know I shouldn’t be. I know this could complicate things, and we can’t act on it, but I need you to know that to me... you’re beautiful.”
She leans her head on my shoulder, and like a glutton for punishment, I revel in the feel of her curvy body pressed against mine. I can feel her everywhere, and it only excites me even more. I know I need to put some distance between us, and I will, but right now, I want something else. My voice is deep and thick. “Kiss me, Bella.”
She slowly pulls back and searches my face. “We need to practice, right?”
I nod even though practice is not what I meant at all. Fuck, I just need to have her lips on mine... that’s all.
I wait for her to give me any sign of encouragement, and when she finally nods her head, I lean in to kiss her. I devour her mouth, tasting her, and when her tongue strokes against mine, I tilt my head to deepen the kiss. I get lost in the taste of her. She whimpers softly, and I move my hand to her rib cage, running it up and down under the curve of her breast. I can’t take it, and when I cup her breast in my palm, she groans loudly. “Fuck,” I grunt before pulling back to look at her. She’s staring wide-eyed, and I continue to stroke my finger back and forth over her hard nipple. Her back arches, and I’m fighting with myself. I want to lift her shirt and fit my mouth over her breast. I want to suckle her... fuck, I want to do so many things to her. She’s so damn responsive, and the only thing that stops me is knowing I can’t fuck this up. I know me, and as soon as things get real, I want to cut loose. I can’t do that to Bella. I fucking can’t.
“Go, Bella. Go to your room before I do something that we’ll both regret.”
When she doesn’t move, I lift her up and bring us both up to stand. My cock is so hard it’s painful, but I know what I must do. I cup Isabella’s face and stroke her cheek. She looks so confused right now, and I can’t say I blame her. “Good night, Bella. I’ll see you in the morning.”
She bites her lower lip and walks away. She doesn’t look back at me. Not when she opens the door, not when she walks out, and not when she passes by as she walks up the stairs. I reach between my legs and cup my hard cock through my pants. Fuck, how in the world does she not know she’s beautiful? She’s a fucking walking wet dream... and she’s going to be mine.
Isabella
Lucas thought of everything. The backyard has been turned into a beautiful oasis for the ceremony. There are red and white flowers everywhere. Someone brought in an arch that is breathtakingly beautiful. Everything is perfect.
“Are you sure about this, Issi? It’s not too late. I can get Dwayne to pull the car around, and we can make a run for it.”
I laugh because not many people would go against the Blaze family, but Carlotta doesn’t seem scared at all. “No, I’m not changing my mind. But thank you.”
She reaches for the veil on top of my head and adjusts it a little. “Girl, I’m glad you’re going through with it because you make the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen. If Lucas hasn’t figured his crap out yet, he will when he sees you, that’s for sure.”
I turn and look at myself in the full-length mirror. I barely recognize the woman in front of me. Lucas spared no expense. He had makeup and hair artists here early this morning. This week has flown by, and Lucas has continued to work from home. I still think about that night in his office when he told me I was beautiful. I would do anything for a replay of that night, but he’s kept his hands to himself since then. I’m trying to picture how this is all going to play out, and I gasp. “Oh no, I wasn’t even thinking. I don’t have anyone to give me away.”
Carlotta’s looking at me wide-eyed, and it’s obvious she didn’t think about it either. “Uhhhh,” she stammers before snapping her fingers. “How about one of the brothers?”
I grab my phone off the counter and bring up the messaging app. “I’ll text Lucas and see.”
I type out a text. Hey, I just realized I don’t have anyone to give me away.