Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 59701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
“You took me by surprise, that’s all.” He reaches out for me and tugs me into his lap. He brushes the tip of his nose against my cheek. “Seeing you is always a punch in the stomach.”
I lean back to look into his eyes. “Why?”
“You’re so bloody beautiful. With this amazing red hair that just begs for my hands, and big green eyes that seem to see right through me, even when I don’t want them to. You take my breath away.”
“You’re so good with the pretty words.”
“They’re not just pretty, they’re true. If you came here tonight, it tells me that you were thinking of me, as well.”
I brush my finger down his chin, enjoying the feel of his stubble. “I think of you often, Callum. It used to infuriate me.”
His lips twitch.
“And now?”
“I’m not angry. I’m not even confused. And I’m not the kind of woman to play coy games or beat around the bush, so I’ll just say what’s on my mind.”
“By all means, please do.”
“When you’re here, it’s like the missing piece of a puzzle is finally in place. And when you’re gone, there’s a hole where you were. I don’t know if that makes sense.”
“Makes perfect sense to me.” He kisses my temple as his hands start to roam over my body, stirring my blood and my libido.
“I know we’re different, and I’m lost as to how something between us can work, but I also don’t want to stop seeing you.”
“One day at a time is a perfectly reasonable plan in moments like these.” He kisses that sensitive area behind my ear, and I feel him harden against my hip.
Before he can make a move, I slip off his lap and kneel between his legs. I drag my hands from his chest, down his flat and ridiculously muscled belly to the waistband of his slacks.
His brown eyes shine in the low light as he silently watches me pull the button free, then unzip them and reach inside to pull out his cock.
“Bloody hell,” he mutters.
“I’ve been thinking about this for a long time,” I whisper before I lean in and lick around the crown of his hard cock. When I sink down, pulling a good portion of his length into my mouth, and then tighten my lips and pull back up again, he moans and threads his hands into my hair.
“You are trying to kill me.”
I hum around him and repeat the motions over and over again, sinking down, tightening my lips, and pulling back up. All the while, I work him with my hand. When I feel his balls tighten and lift, Callum grabs my shoulders and forces me to stop.
“Aspen, coming in your mouth sounds like heaven, but I haven’t been inside of you in two years, two months, and six days, so we’re going to take a raincheck on that incredible offer and set it aside for today.”
“You know exactly how long it’s been?”
“I didn’t mention the six hours and forty-ish minutes.” He guides me to my feet and kisses me hard before leading me to his bedroom.
“I want the lights on,” I say, surprising him. “Unless someone can see in here.”
“I’ll close the shutters.” He makes quick work of it, and when he turns back to me, I’m already naked, waiting for him. “I don’t know what I did right in this life to deserve this, but I’ll do it every fucking day if this is my reward.”
I smirk and crook my finger at him, encouraging him to come here.
“Why do you want the lights on, Aspen?”
“Because I want to see you. Your body, your ink, your eyes when you look at me and when you’re about to lose your shit. I want to see it all.”
His skin is tanned and smooth over muscles that go on for weeks. That ink on his arm begs for my tongue. And his cock is hard and proud, just waiting for me.
“Same page, darling.”
He doesn’t reach for me yet. Instead, he jerks his shirt over his head and lets it fall to the floor. He drops his slacks, sending them with his shirt, and I can’t wait to get my hands on him.
I’m freaking salivating.
“You’re something to look at yourself, Your Highness.”
“Callum,” he corrects me and steps forward. “When we’re here, like this, I’m not a prince or Your Highness. I’m Callum, or Cal if you like. Because our jobs and our families have no place here. This is you and me.”
“Anything else I need to know before I destroy you for all other women?”
His lips tip up in a smug, satisfied smile.
“Darling, you already have.”
He slowly moves toward me, and just when I think I might die from anticipation, his fingertip circles my nipple, making it pebble. He leans over and plucks it into his mouth, then lets go with a loud pop.