Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
I was sure Kennedy would see it, but she was too focused on arguing with the TSA agent about the sunscreen.
Thankfully, she didn’t notice the jewelry box.
I watched her closely for a few minutes to make sure she wasn’t just being nice. I knew she wouldn’t be able to play it cool if she had seen the ring box, if she actually knew what it was.
She didn’t, so the surprise isn’t ruined.
I had room service send up an extra small domed plate, the ones they use for desserts.
I lift the top now and put the ring box under it, then I replace the lid.
I know it’s fast, and I know she’s young, but I don’t care.
I’m not willing to give Kennedy up, and if I’m being honest, I want to make my intentions clear as soon as possible given Jonathan’s interest in her. Clearly, it hasn’t fizzled out yet. Once he realizes how serious I am about her, I’m hoping it will start fizzling a little faster.
After last night, though, I can’t blame him. Kennedy’s body is fucking incredible. Now I know why he didn’t want to let me into it once he learned I hadn’t fucked her yet. He probably figured there was no chance I’d give her up once I experienced the paradise between her lovely thighs.
Not that I would have, anyway.
I fucking adore Kennedy. Every single cell of her. I’d love her even if I never got to fuck her.
Sex with her last night certainly sweetened an already irresistible pot, though.
Fuck, her body.
My cock stirs at the memory of her dripping cunt, the way the muscles in her thighs tensed when I licked her, the way she cried out and pushed herself against my face, her agonized cries of pleasure as I drove into her and drove her over the edge again and again.
The way her sweet fucking pussy choked the life out of my cock.
Fuck.
I try to shake it off, but my cock aches with the need to get inside her.
I can’t fuck her right now. Her goddamn breakfast will get cold.
She’s still asleep when I get back to the bedroom. I sit down on the edge of the bed, shifting to accommodate my hard-on. Then I reach over, lightly grazing her back with just my fingertips.
Her eyes flutter open, but she’s still sleepy.
I smile fondly, grazing her bottom lip with my thumb. “Good morning, beautiful.”
“Mm,” she murmurs, her countenance brightening with pleasure as she looks up at me, rolling onto her back so I can see her pretty little tits. “Good morning, Mr. Granville.”
Fuck, that teasing tone of hers.
That body I can’t get enough of.
It’s hard enough not to fuck her, and then she has to go and do that.
I lean down to kiss her pretty lips, absently caressing a tit as I do. “How did you sleep?”
She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me down on top of her. “Best sleep ever. You?”
My gaze drifts down to her lovely tits on full display for me. “You make it really fucking hard to surprise you with breakfast, you know that?”
She giggles and pulls me closer, practically offering herself to me on a silver platter.
I know I can have her if I want her. She’ll happily spread those lovely thighs and take me into her body. I can kiss her neck and her tits, I can devour her mouth and possess every inch of her sweet body, pump her full of my cum and have her begging me for seconds.
It’s tempting as hell, but I think of the breakfast.
I think of the ring.
I don’t want to wait. I need to see the look on her face when she sees it. I need to know if she really wants forever with me.
What if she says no?
She won’t say no.
I shove the thought away, but it doesn’t go far.
My phone lights up on the bedside table and her gaze flickers to it.
I grab her chin, dragging her gaze back to me.
“Come on,” I tell her, leaning in to give her one more brief kiss on the lips. “Let’s eat.”
“Should you check that?” she murmurs, glancing at the phone.
I take her hand and haul her off the bed, pausing to kiss those tempting tits a few times and make her laugh before I swat her on the ass and send her to the bathroom.
When she comes back out, she’s wearing a white terrycloth robe and fuzzy slippers. Her wild curls are frizzy this morning. They were last night, too, after we played at the beach.
I like her hair in its natural state. I like her messy and happy. As long as she’s happy, nothing else matters.
Out on the balcony, I decide not to let her sit on her side of the table and eat. I sit down and pull her on my lap, then we take turns eating off the same plate.