Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 93578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
He pressed his lips to mine. “You never have to ask me that question twice.”
Hutton had arranged for Neil to drive his car to the party, so we were able to get home quickly. Actually, quickly was an understatement—I’d never seen Hutton drive so fast.
When we arrived, he threw the SUV into park and hustled around to open the passenger door for me. We entered the house through the kitchen, which was dark and shadowy. I started to walk toward the bedroom, but as soon as the door was closed behind us, Hutton grabbed my wrist. “Come here.”
Crushing his mouth to mine, he kissed me hard and deep, his hands sliding into my hair. Pins clattered to the floor. Our lips and tongues met, caressing and consuming. He backed me into the refrigerator, his hard body pressing close, his mouth moving down my throat while I struggled to breathe.
This man will be my husband.
Desire radiated from deep inside me, and I shoved at the lapels of his jacket, trying to push it off his shoulders. He shrugged out of it and let it fall to the floor before putting his hands on my bare back, sliding them inside the dress, his fingers digging into my ribs as his mouth renewed its assault on mine. Frustrated, I tried to yank his shirt from his pants, but he was bigger and stronger and held me too tight.
I moved one hand to his crotch and stroked the thick, hard bulge, gratified when he moaned. “I want this,” I whispered against his lips, rubbing his cock. “I need it.”
“You’ll have to wait.” He grabbed me around the waist, spun around. And set me up on that gorgeous marble island. “I’m hungry.”
Before I knew it, he’d pulled my lace panties down my legs and tossed them aside. Then his head disappeared beneath the tulle skirt of my dress. I dropped back onto my elbows, crying out as his mouth descended on me with long, decadent strokes and quick, hard flicks and glorious, swirling motions that turned the dark kitchen ceiling to a sky full of stars. He slipped his fingers inside me, working in tandem with his tongue. I hooked my legs over his shoulders, crossing my ankles behind his head. In minutes, my entire lower body tightened and tensed, every nerve ending alive and humming.
He sucked my clit into his mouth and my head dropped back, my cries bounced off the walls, and my body contracted around his fingers as my orgasm rippled against his tongue.
Before I even caught my breath, he straightened up and swept me off the island, carrying me toward the bedroom. Panting and dizzy, I hung onto his neck for dear life, afraid that if I let go, my body would just slither to the floor because he’d melted my bones. Miraculously, I managed to stand when he set me on my feet at the foot of the bed.
“I’d rip this dress to shreds just to get it off you, but not if you want to wear it again,” he said, caging my ribs with his hands. “So tell me now.”
“No ripping!” I said frantically. “I want to get married in this dress. Side zipper.”
He unzipped the dress and slid the sleeves from my shoulders. It fell to my feet in a cloud of white. Carefully, I stepped out of it, scooped it up, and laid it across the chair in the corner of the bedroom.
“But wait,” I said, slipping out of the heels. “You’ve seen the dress already. Is that bad luck?”
“Nope. We make our own luck,” he said, loosening the knot in his tie and pulling it from his collar. “I mean, I could spend a couple minutes trying to convert our odds to implied probabilities, but I’m afraid my cognitive abilities have been hijacked by my dick and I’m likely to misjudge the variance of the payout. Now get over here.”
Laughing, I went running straight for him and jumped into his arms, lassoing my legs around his still fully clothed body. Taken by surprise, he was knocked off balance and we tumbled onto the bed. I sat up, straddling his thighs, and unbuckled his belt. “You’re such a math nerd.”
“Some things never change,” he said, palming my breasts, teasing my nipples with his thumbs.
Somehow, I managed to get the rest of his clothes off, although he didn’t make it easy since he kept distracting me with his mouth and his hands. But finally, he couldn’t wait another minute either, and he flipped me beneath him and reached for a condom.
I held my breath as he eased inside me, one hot, thick inch at a time, and we moaned in sync as he buried himself deep. “I love you,” I whispered, pulling him closer.
“I love you too,” he said as he began to move. “And I don’t care what the odds are. I’d bet on us every time.”