Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
“I’m not sure. Not in the States.”
“You don’t know where your parents are?” I might get a bit annoyed with my oversized family, but I know where everyone is at the end of the day for the most part.
“I was a late in life surprise for two very busy successful people. My father owns an IT company, and my mother is a lawyer.”
“Wow.”
“They were pretty damn pissed when I got myself in trouble.” He shrugs it off.
“Sounds like you had a lot of fancy things to play with and your parents weren’t paying attention.”
“Maybe.” He laughs. “Still, I knew what I was doing was wrong. I often do, but I can’t help myself.” He slips his hands into the back of my pants, cupping my ass as he shifts me over to straddle him.
“We come from two very different worlds.”
“But here we are fitting together so perfectly.” I melt into him more. I love when he says that lovey-dovey stuff to me.
“So we agree. One kid isn’t enough and seven is too many,” I tease.
“Yeah, one isn’t enough, but you’ll have to put a cap on it. I wouldn’t be able to stop knocking you up if you left it up to me.”
“Saint!” I gasp. “I was teasing.”
“I wasn't.” He claims my mouth again. “Nothing is a joke when I’m talking about us, gorgeous.”
“Make love to me, Saint.” I push my hands up his shirt, needing to touch him. I want to be close to this man in every way. I think he’s right. We fit perfectly. We balance each other.
“Are you sure?” His voice comes out gruff. “I don’t think there is any going back for me already, but I know once I have you, I’ll really never be able to let go.”
“Don’t let go.”
11
Saint
I pull her shirt off over her head before I take her down to the soft rug in front of the fireplace. When she started teasing about us having kids, I’d nearly lost it. I think the reality is the right person has to come along to show you what else might be out there.
That’s how it’s been with Marley from the start. She’s made me crave things I thought I could never have. A family. I want that so badly with her. I’ve never believed in fate, but something brought me to the town of Winter Falls to find her.
“Your clothes too.” She pulls at my shirt. I reach behind me, slipping it off and tossing it away before I find her mouth again. “Saint.” She moans my name when I trail kisses down her neck. “I have to tell you something.”
“You can tell me anything.” I suck her nipple into my mouth, making her gasp.
“I’ve never done this before.” I release her nipple to meet her eyes. With only the fireplace giving us light, she looks like she’s glowing. “You were kind of my first everything.” I close my eyes, trying to wrap my mind around that.
I knew she didn’t have a lot of experience. But it makes much more sense now why no one had ever claimed her. Because I know for damn sure if anyone had ever tasted her they would’ve never been able to let her go. Hell, I hadn’t even tasted her and had already made all kinds of plans of how I was going to keep her.
“Never done this either, gorgeous.”
“What!” She leans up on her elbows.
“What? I was nabbed by the FBI when I was seventeen. Besides the fact that I’m not really a people person.”
“I love you, Saint.” Now it’s me that’s really fucking shocked. Unexpected emotion rises up in my throat. That word isn’t one I’ve heard a lot in my life.
“I love you too,” I manage to get out. She leans up and kisses me again before she falls back down, laying herself out for me to take.
I strip the rest of her clothes off her. I want to spread her legs and thrust inside of her, but I know she’s not ready. It was almost a fight to get my tongue inside of her tight little virgin hole. It kills me that I’m going to have to hurt her. But the urge to claim her is riding me hard. And knowing I’ll be her first isn’t helping my self-control.
I settle in between her thighs, stroking her clit with my tongue. I work one finger into her and then another. I close my eyes, trying to think of anything but what I’m doing. The next time I come, I want to be deep inside of her.
“Saint.” She moans my name when she starts to come. I keep going, wanting her on edge for me. I suck her clit into my mouth, stuffing a third finger into her. Her legs shake as I start to push her toward another orgasm.