Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
“Then what are we waiting for?” My girly parts are hoping this means he’s going to finally pay attention to all the signals I’ve been tossing out for weeks.
I expected to stay at a nice hotel close to Silver Spoon Falls, but two hours later, we’re on a small private jet headed to Prince Damien’s Caribbean Island. “Wow.” Excitement flows through me. “I can’t believe we’re going to have the whole island to ourselves.”
“I have plans for you, little kitten. And they involve the bedroom.” He lifts my hand to his lips. “You might not see much of the island.” Cash winks before leaning over me to recline my seat. “Get some sleep. I don’t plan on letting you get any sleep later.” He wiggles his eyebrows, and butterflies flutter in my stomach.
“Promises, promises.” I lay my head on his shoulder and smile up at him, knowing I should be terrified but I’m not. I trust this man with my heart and body.
eleven
HADLEY
I end up sleeping the rest of the flight, waking up when the small plane starts its descent. Nerves start to tie my stomach into knots. After we land, Cash takes my hand and leads me to the Jeep parked next to the runway. He helps me into the vehicle then hooks my seatbelt before loading our suitcases into the back. “Have you been here before?” I ask him as he drives down the dark, winding road.
“A few times.” He glances over and smiles at me. “Damien lets us borrow it to get away.”
Wow. I never imagined being friends with someone who owns an island. We pull up in front of a stunning, modern beach house, and Cash uses a remote to open the garage door. “We’re here.” He helps me from the vehicle and leads me into the home. “Why don’t you look around while I bring our bags in?” I nod and walk from the kitchen into the large open living room. The front wall is made up of floor-to-ceiling windows, and although I hear the sound of waves close by, the darkness outside makes it impossible for me to see what lays beyond the glass.
“I put our suitcases in the main bedroom.” Cash walks up behind me and wraps his strong arms around my waist. “I can put you in the guest bedroom if you’d prefer,” he offers, but I shake my head. There’s no way I’m passing up this chance to finally give myself to him.
“I’d rather be with you.” I bite my lip and glance at him over my shoulder.
“Thank God.” He turns me in his arms and leans down to kiss me. His tongue slips into my mouth, and I melt against him.
“Now, would you stop messing around and take me to bed?” I whisper against his lips.
“You don’t have to ask me twice.” He leans down to lift me into his arms.
I squeak as the room spins around me. “What are you doing?”
“Carrying you to my bed.” He runs his tongue along my jawline, and I nearly self-combust as he rushes down the hall.
He places me on my feet and steps back. I decide to take matters into my own hands. Slipping my hand between our bodies, I run my fingers over the hardness pressing against the front of his jeans. A shiver runs through Cash, and his head falls back on his shoulders. His reaction eases my fears, and I reach for his zipper and lower it. “Kitten, you’re killing me.” He leans over and softly bites the side of my neck.
“Please stay alive long enough to use this,” I beg and give his massive erection a squeeze. It jumps in my hold, and I run my thumb through the moisture gathering at the tip.
“Do you have any idea what your touch does to me?” He nips my bottom lip.
“Makes this hard?” I slide my hand down to the base and squeeze before beginning to stroke him. I’ve never done this, but his groans tell me he’s enjoying it. He wraps his fingers in my long hair and tilts my head to receive his rough kiss.
“I’m about to come in your soft hand.” He pulls back and lays his forehead against mine. “Tonight, you’re finally all mine.” Cash takes my hand and leads me to the huge bed. “I can’t wait any longer.” He gives me a little push, and I drop onto the gray, silky comforter. I almost swallow my tongue when he begins ripping off his clothes. There’s a black tattoo running over his shoulder and down his muscular arm. Wetness drips from my center as I stare at his massive frame. He unhooks his pants and drops them to the floor, and my mouth falls open when I see his huge, hard cock. Fear smacks me right between the eyes. How are my unused girly parts going to handle him?