Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
“But he can’t kill me now.”
He pushes away and prowls around the kitchen as if he wants to punch something. His muscles ripple, his hair is wet and still dripping a little down his back, and he’s magnificent.
He’s mine.
“Holden—”
“That’s not my fucking name.”
Those blue eyes are fierce as he watches me, his chest heaving, and I boldly cross to him and take his face in my hands.
“Husband,” I say softly, loving the way his scruff feels in my hands. “You have to tell me these things.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m your wife.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
HOLDEN
She’s soothing me. Trying to calm me. It’s as though the last of the anger and fear that I’ve carried my entire life is moving through me, finally being exorcised with the smoke from earlier today, and I can’t control my emotions or my body. I just know that I need her.
“I’m your wife,” she says again, her golden eyes begging me to listen. “We’re a team now, Holden. That ranch isn’t your father’s anymore. It’s yours. It’s ours. And if you’re going to set the whole thing ablaze, I need to know because—”
Her lower lip quivers, and I can’t take it. I lower my forehead to hers, soaking in her sweetness. “Don’t cry, little rose.”
“Because I was blindsided,” she continues after a breath, “and I thought I might lose you, and I literally got you back three minutes ago.”
Without another thought, I back her up against the counter, drag my hands down to cup her ass, and sink into her, groaning as everything in me focuses on this woman in my arms, and my only instinct is to get inside of her as quickly as humanly possible.
She moans when my tongue laps at her lips and then presses into her mouth, and she pushes her stomach against my already hard and swollen cock. And that’s all I need to know that she needs me just as much.
I rip away her little tank top and toss it aside before I bend over to pull her nipple into my mouth, and her fingers dive into my hair.
“Husband,” she moans, and with just that one word, my control snaps.
Her shorts are gone in a flash, and I cover her pussy, push my two middle fingers into her, and press the heel of my palm against her clit, giving her a little shake.
“Fucking hell,” she groans, leaning her forehead against my shoulder.
“This isn’t going to be soft and slow, baby girl,” I warn her. “I’m going to fuck you hard and fast. Stop me now if you’re not okay with that.”
“Never.”
I grin and kiss her neck as she pushes my sweats down my hips and takes my cock in her hand.
I spin her around. “Hands on the counter.”
I drag the head of my cock up and down her slit, watching as it glistens in all of that wetness. And then I’m inside her, my hands on her hips, pulling her roughly onto me, fucking her fast and hard, just like I promised. Jesus fucking Christ, I can’t get enough of her. I can’t stop this constant wanting for her.
“When you ran toward that fire today…” I shake my head as I relive it, terror clutching at my chest. “God, you fucking scared me.”
I slap her ass hard, and she gasps in surprise and then groans.
“And it was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
I pull both of her arms behind her and thread my own arm through her elbows, arching her back as my free hand moves down her belly and finds her hard clit.
“Husband!” She’s shuddering, and I know she’s so close to coming, so I stop rubbing that hard nub and bite her shoulder.
“You’re not going to come yet.”
“What in the hell?”
“Not yet,” I repeat with a growl, and she groans as I slide out of her.
She fucking loves the metal in my cock. Which is good because I got them for her.
Before I can boost her up onto the counter, this incredible woman falls to her knees, wraps both of her hands around my cock, and sucks the tip into her sweet, pink mouth, then pushes her tongue over the piercings, and my eyes cross.
I have to lean over her, onto the counter, when my knees threaten to buckle.
“Baby girl.”
She moans, moving up and down on me, taking me so far into her mouth that I hit the back of her throat. Then she relaxes her muscles and pushes down even further, and I can’t resist plunging my hand into her hair, guiding her gently.
She’s going to make me come, and I’m not ready for that, so I take her by the shoulders and pull her up.
“Hey, I wasn’t done—”
I kiss her roughly, her jaw in my hand, and then boost her onto the countertop and press my hand on her breastbone, urging her to lie back.