Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
We all turn to glare at him.
Cooper leans forward. “Um, you mind explaining what you’re doing with Karrie?” he asks, turning his head to me.
“Nope. She’s mine.” I now sip water, having only the one beer. “She’s just fighting the inevitable.”
“She tried to leave you once. What makes you think she won’t try it again?” Cooper asks.
“I handcuffed her to my bed for four days.” I smile at the memory. “I dare her to try it again.”
“You know that’s kidnapping, right?” Cooper grins.
“Would you let Mom leave?” I ask him, knowing full well that he wouldn’t even let my mom leave for four hours. “Just get on a plane and take off for God knows where?”
“I hope you used comfortable cuffs.” Cooper laughs.
“Exactly,” I state. “Now, I’m going back down there, because I’ve given her enough space.” I walk down the stairs and onto the dance floor, going straight to her. I move in right behind her, my hand landing on her hips as I bring her close to me. She doesn't move until I whisper in her ear, “You drive me crazy,” my hips moving with hers. “I can’t not touch you. I can’t stand here and not have you in my arms.” I lick her earlobe. “Will you dance with me?”
Her arms move up my chest and around my neck.
“I want to spend the rest of the night worshipping your body. I want to spend the rest of the night buried in you. I want to spend the rest of the night loving you.”
She turns in my arms.
“Want to leave?” I ask her while she nods.
I wink at the guys and wave at my mom while she continues to dance. “Let’s go, baby.” I grab her hand, leading her out to the sidewalk where a couple of reporters take our picture while I usher her into a waiting cab.
Chapter Twenty-One
Karrie
He has bulldozed his way into my life. He has stopped at nothing to make me stay with him. And I have to admit I have never felt as much as I have when we are together. He keeps me safe. He keeps me happy and the only other people ever to do that with me have been my parents. We walk into the hotel room, my hair already half messed up from the assault of his hands the minute we got into the cab. His lips land on mine as soon as we are out of the photographers’ lenses. His mouth is on mine, his tongue mixed with mine, the need too much. I’m about to jump on his lap when we pull up to the hotel.
Once we get into the room, I see it’s dim, candles lit all around the room. “What is all this?” I ask. Red rose petals scatter the whole room. There’s a heart shape on the bed with a single white rose in the middle.
“I never get to do this because we are always with the team.” He shrugs while I hold the white rose up to my nose. Rubbing it on my face, the petals are like a soft velvet.
I notice all the effort he put into this. Champagne and strawberries are on the table in the corner of the room with two chairs beside the table. I walk up, picking up a filled glass, the bubbles popping in my mouth. I grab a strawberry, biting into it, the sweet tart juices making the champagne come more alive. I suck the strawberry juices while I watch Matthew watch me, his lips squeezing tight, the vein in his jaw ticking. I put the champagne glass down while I lick the remaining strawberry off my fingers. I walk to the chair, turning it so it faces the floor-to-ceiling windows.
“All night I kept thinking about what you said.” I reach to the side, zipping the invisible zipper down, letting the dress pool around my feet. His breath intakes as he sees that I’m not wearing anything under my white dress. “I kept picturing you here with me bent over and I couldn’t wait to come back. But now,” I tell him, walking to him, grabbing his hand, and bringing him to the chair, “I have something else in mind.” I reach under his jacket, my hands flat on his chest while I peel his jacket off him. “But you know what I kept thinking about?” My fingers lace with his while I move him to sit in the chair. “I kept thinking about this right here.” I get on my knees in the middle of his legs, my hands rubbing his thighs, moving up to his belt buckle, where I unbuckle it and open up the button. Pulling the zipper down, his cock comes out. My hand fists him from the base, going up to the tip. His head falls back while his chest expands with a heavy breath. “All night,” I say, moving down, “I thought of nothing more than taking you in my mouth.”