Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Hell yes. I had her legs around my waist before I could even voice the thought. Our mouths collided. Fabric moved. My zipper came undone. I pulled her panties to the side.
She was wet and slick and so fucking hot.
“Please.” She tunneled her fingers through my hair.
I slid inside her, and it was everything.
“God. London.” I took her hard and deep, kissing her exactly the same way. I couldn’t get close enough. Our hearts pounded. The door rocked with every thrust.
She went tight around me, and I angled her hips so I ground against her clit. Fuck, I was close, but I needed her there with me.
“I fucking love you, London.”
She came apart in my arms, and I swallowed her cries with a kiss, tumbling right after her.
Finally, we were whole. We were home.
“I love you,” she said as our breathing calmed.
“Good.” I grinned. “How about I take you home and do this properly? You know, naked. Maybe in a bed?”
Her fingers stroked over my cheeks and the same joy I felt radiated in her eyes. “Oh no. We’re dancing, and you’re kissing me at midnight. In front of everyone.”
“Now that’s a plan I can get behind.”
We smiled.
When we danced.
And at midnight, I kissed her senseless in front of everyone in that ballroom.
Epilogue
London
“I didn’t think this much stuff could fit in your tiny apartment,” Jansen called as he closed the front door behind him. He set the last of my boxes near the stairs, smirking at me.
I walked up to him, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Are you regretting this?” I asked, twirling the diamond around my ring finger.
“Hell no,” he said, shaking his head as he snaked his arms around my waist. “I can’t wait until you take my name and everyone knows who you belong to.”
Warmth flushed my skin, and I trembled as he hauled me against him. “I love you,” I said before pressing my lips to his.
He slid his tongue between mine, and I arched into him.
This. Would. Never. Get. Old.
Tasting his kiss, feeling his body, having him to come home to, and vice versa. It didn’t matter that we’d had months of bliss between us, I wanted it forever. Which is why it hadn’t been even a hesitation when he’d proposed.
“How badly do you want to unpack?” he asked, breaking our kiss long enough to speak.
I shook my head, and hopped up. He caught me without a blink, and I locked my ankles around his back. “Not even a little bit.”
He smirked against my mouth. “Where should I make love to you today?”
“Anywhere,” I sighed between his lips. “As long as it’s now.”
“Greedy woman,” he teased, turning us into the living room just off the entryway. He settled me onto the leather sofa, his weight a delicious thing between my legs.
“Only for you,” I said, and that wonderful pride and happiness swelled in his blue eyes. I cupped his cheek, making sure he could see the love shining through in mine.
“Always for you,” he said before lowering his mouth to mine.
Always sounded just about this side of perfect, and I would cherish every single second of it.
THE END