Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67831 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67831 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
I come an embarrassingly short time later, crying out her name as my cock jerks inside her. “Sorry,” I pant, kissing her forehead. “I’ll last longer next time.”
“You did just fine,” she says, smoothing my hair from my forehead with a dreamy smile. “I certainly have no complaints.”
“No?” I ask, grinning down at her as she giggles.
“No. I’m all good. I feel a little drunk, honestly. Can you get drunk on orgasms?”
“I don’t know,” I say, arching a brow as I slide lower, moving beneath the covers. “Why don’t we find out?”
I spend the next fifteen minutes swearing fealty to her pussy with my mouth, making her come until her thighs are trembling on either side of my face.
“Break,” she finally pants, tugging gently at my hair. “I need a break. It’s too much. Too much goodness.”
Poking my head out from under the covers, I demand, “Too much goodness? I don’t think that’s a thing, Caroline.”
She glances down at me, shaking her head with a rush of breath. “Look at you. You’re like a Viking after a raid, all flushed and triumphant.”
I grin. “Are you saying I ransacked your pussy and set fire to your outbuildings?”
She laughs. “Yes! Then you plundered the ashes for treasure.”
“And I found it.” I rise over her, kissing her throat, sighing at the feel of her pulse thudding solidly against my lips. Every breath, every beat of her heart feels like a miracle. I’ve never been so grateful for the simple fact that another person is alive and lying next to me. And if that isn’t reason enough to throw caution to the wind, I don’t know what is. “Let’s get married.”
“When? Tomorrow?”
“Yes,” I say, rolling onto my side and tucking her against me. “Tomorrow sounds good.”
“Might be hard to find a justice of the peace on Christmas Day with a snowstorm rolling in.”
I grunt. “Then the next day.”
“How about New Year’s Eve? That gives us a little more time to plan and convince my parents this isn’t wildly impulsive. And my mom will want to plan a big meal. She loves a wedding brunch.”
I lift my head, gazing down at her in the dim light from the bathroom. “Are you serious? Are we serious?”
“I think we are,” she murmurs, with a sweet smile that goes straight to my heart. “What’s the worst that can happen? We crash and burn six months in after having lots of wild, passionate sex?”
“Never.” I shake my head. “Six months won’t be nearly enough. I’m going to need you for a lot longer than that.”
“Like…forever, maybe?”
“Forever might get close,” I whisper, kissing her slow and deep.
We make love again before adjourning to the swankiest bathroom I’ve ever seen, where we run a bath in the giant jacuzzi overlooking the back of the inn. We soak in the hot bubbles, watching the snow begin to fall, and I start to think maybe small-town life wouldn’t be so bad.
“I could get used to this,” I say, rubbing my thumb deeper into the arch of her foot beneath the water. “Should I make plans to move up here? We could look for a place close to the inn and your parents, maybe?”
Caroline smiles. “Hell, no. New York City, baby. I’ll start packing my bags tomorrow.”
I laugh. “Yeah? You’re sure? I mean, I’m a city boy, but I’m sure I could find something to do in Christmas town.”
“You’d be fed up with fudge by February and going stir crazy from the lack of intellectual or cultural stimulation by March. By April, you’d be wandering naked in the fields, trying to talk the cows into doing something interesting enough to film for television.”
I grunt. “I would not. I’d keep my clothes on while I talked to the cows. I’m sure it’s still fucking freezing up here in April.”
She grins. “So freezing. And muddy and gross with no break in the misery in sight until the end of May. I’ll always love this place, and want to visit as often as possible, but I’m ready for something new.” She lifts a slim shoulder. “And maybe a career change. I may not be a reality star in the making, but I loved being on set. Working behind the scenes seems like fun.”
“We could work on something together,” I say, excited at the thought. “Unless you think you’d get sick of me. Working and living together can be a lot.”
“I want a lot,” she says, sliding closer. “I want as much of you as I can get.”
She proves it by straddling my hips, rocking against me as we kiss until I’m forced to rise out of the water and take her on the fluffy bathmat.
Hours later, when we’re finally too tired to talk and bang and dream, we fall asleep in the heavenly cloud of a bed. And when I wake up the next morning, she’s still there, and she’s beautiful, the way I knew she would be.