Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 115198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Wild now, he bends me nearly in half, each thrust sending me into the mattress and farther up the bed until he’s coming, his helpless grunts heavy in my ear.
When he finally stills, I am melted sugar poured across the bed, I am a spent storm cloud slowly drifting apart, I am the quiet decrescendo of a frenzied concerto. With his lips pressed to my neck, Liam pulls out and then collapses at my side, his chest heaving, skin wet with sweat.
“Holy shit,” I say, pulling in a shaky breath. “Honeymoon sex is going to be unreal.”
With an exhausted laugh, he rolls to face me, taking my hand in his and looking at my ring again. “We’re getting married.”
“We are married,” I correct. “We’re just… getting a do-over. Happy anniversary, by the way.”
He kisses me, humming against my mouth. “Happy anniversary.” Considering something, he pulls back to meet my eyes. “Do we start counting from one?”
“No way,” I tell him. “I want credit for all six.”
“Then I have a lot of anniversary presents to catch up on.”
“You do,” I say. “But that’s a lot of pressure. Let’s make a deal.”
He pushes himself up on his elbow, gazing down at me as he twists a curl of my hair around his finger. “What do you want, then? Name your price.”
“What number would make you sweat a little?” I ask, grinning. “What would be just on the border of you saying no, but you’d still say yes? How about loving me for another six years, times ten?”
He does his best to look serious, but the smile never leaves his eyes. “Yes, sixty years is a very long time.”
“Then how about forever?”
“You’re a tough negotiator, Green-Weston.”
“I learned from the best.”
Liam grins, and there in his eyes is adoration and lust and promise and everything else I ever wanted. “You’ve got yourself a deal.”