Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
After pulling up a note, he handed his phone to her. It had bulleted lists of activities that filled the page. Curious, she scrolled down the list and scrolled…and scrolled. Her face heated as she scanned the detailed list under lovemaking.
Looking up at him, she asked, “How long have you been making this list?”
“Since I left you.”
“Twenty years ago?” she asked in shock.
“Yes.”
She looked back at the list again, this time forcing herself to look at the other categories. “You want to have Thanksgiving with my folks and Christmas with yours?”
“Or vice versa. I’m flexible.”
“Colt… This is overwhelming,” she confessed.
“I know. I wanted you to know that you’ve been in my thoughts every day. Our road trips are long. I had a lot of time on my hands to think about our relationship.”
“I won’t settle for Harper being my girlfriend. She’s so much more than that,” Harper read.
“I completely believe that. You can’t just be my girlfriend.”
She nodded and felt herself relax. Look at this list! He had thought of her often. Her eyes landed on one large section—Songs about Harper.
“You wrote all these songs about me?” she whispered.
“Yes. My band is eager to meet you.”
She looked at him in disbelief, thinking how disappointed they would be in meeting her.
“Stop that. You are more than any song could ever be.”
Colt pulled her onto his lap, controlling her automatic move to shift back onto the couch. “You are more precious than anything else, Angel,” he repeated.
“That’s a lot of pressure.”
“You just have to be yourself. That’s what inspired them. My love for you,” he said softly as he cupped her face and drew her lips to his.
His soft and sweet kisses beguiled her. Harper wrapped her arms around his neck and threaded her fingers through his thick hair. Instantly, he deepened their exchange, providing her with a taste of the passion he held in control. She could feel his neck muscles tense as he held himself back and knew he didn’t want to scare her. Harper touched her tongue to his and heard his low moan of arousal. Confidence flooded into her at the audible sign of his attraction to her. Colt could have had anyone, but he’d waited for her.
Tearing her mouth away from his, she met his gaze and asked, “Will you make love to me now, Colt? We’ve already waited too long.”
A scant millisecond passed before Colt scooped her up in his arms. She clung to him as he carried her to the bedroom. Needing to taste him, she pressed kisses to his neck and jaw. He set her gently on her feet next to the bed.
“This feels like twenty Christmases all wrapped into one. I can’t wait to open my present,” he told her in a gruff voice as he lowered the tab at the back of her dress. “I love this dress. You’ll wear it again for me.”
“Okay,” she whispered, knowing that this memory infused the fabric to make it her favorite dress.
Harper shivered as the cool air in the room slid over her skin as he lowered the zipper. His hands slid inside to stroke over her back as he pressed kisses to her upturned lips. When he lifted his head, she reached up to lower the bodice. His hands pressed hers against her shoulders.
“My present. I get to unwrap you.”
When she nodded, he tugged the material down her arms and over her hips to puddle at her feet. His fingers looped into the stretchy material of her body shaper and eased that off as well. The snugness she had struggled with yielded easily to his strength.
Colt smoothed his fingers over the lines etched in her skin by the restrictive garment. “Never again, Little girl. You don’t need to confine your curves.”
“But everyone…” she began.
“Not you.” He held her gaze until she nodded. “Good girl.”
After rewarding her with a fiery kiss that would have made her promise him anything, Colt brushed his immense hands down her sides as he knelt in front of Harper. The rasp of the calluses on his fingertips from playing the guitar made her bite her lower lip in anticipation of what would come next as they slid over her outer thighs and down her calves. He unfastened the ankle strap of her high heels and slid each one off to set them aside.
Rising smoothly to his feet, Colt crushed her to his body and kissed her. His tongue tasted her as his hands held her close. Harper could feel the hard length of his cock pressing thickly against her. She wiggled experimentally and felt his erection jerk in reaction.
“You’re going to kill me, Little girl,” he growled against her lips. Taking a step back, he lifted Harper into his arms, freeing her feet from the material pooled on the floor. Gently placing her on the soft comforter, Colt stepped back to scoot her clothes to the side with a foot before toeing off his shoes.