Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
“What about love?” Colt asked.
“Love?”
“Will you love our child?”
“Of course. I would love our child no matter what.”
****
Colt wasn’t bad company.
Rosalie couldn’t believe she was even thinking about it a few hours later as they took a leisurely stroll down the beach. There were a lot of people, and she’d already caught several women with their gazes trained on her man.
It was fine. Totally fine. Until, it really kind of wasn’t. She was pissed off. Which made no sense. They could all look at Colt. He didn’t belong to her. He was her husband, but that didn’t mean anything. They weren’t like, together … together. Last night didn’t mean anything.
Only it did.
Rosalie jolted when she felt something grab her hand and she turned to see Colt, locking their fingers together.
“You’re running off there,” Colt said. “The idea of going for a walk on the beach together was for us to, you know, be together.”
“It’s fine. You’ve got women ogling you. Trust me, you’d enjoy it more if I wasn’t here.”
“I don’t want other women looking at me. I’m only interested in one woman.” He closed the distance between them. They were nearly touching, his chest so close, all she’d need to do was place her palm flat against it.
She didn’t touch him. Their hands were locked, just one, and suddenly, Colt placed a hand on her hip, which he quickly slid around her waist and pulled her in close. Rosalie let out a gasp.
“I’m not here to chase any pussy, Rosalie. I’m here to spend time with my wife.”
His lips were so close, and against her will she wanted to kiss them so badly. No, he was the enemy. But there wouldn’t be any harm in kissing him, would there?
She didn’t get the chance to make her move as he suddenly pressed his lips against hers, and all thought fled her mind. She wrapped her arms around his waist and held on as he took possession of her lips. This was everything she had ever dreamed of.
Her heart raced as he held her with both of his hands. She circled hers around his neck, and she felt his groan as she tightened her grip. Fearing that she’d hurt him, she loosened her grip, but he broke the kiss long enough to tell her to hold him. He kissed her again, and she felt the tip of his tongue as he traced across her lips. Another moan escaped her, and he swallowed it down. His hands sank down, going toward her ass, pulling her in close.
Her nipples felt so hard. She was aroused. Desperate for him. Her pussy felt so slick and she had an overwhelming feeling like she wanted him to touch her. No, not just touch, but to … fuck her. Rosalie knew deep in her soul that sex wouldn’t be all bad. Not if they had time to enjoy it. That was what she wanted, more than anything.
Colt broke the kiss, trailing his lips down toward her ear, where he nibbled on her lobe for a few seconds. She felt the hard ridge of his cock as it pressed against her core and she couldn’t help but gasp at how hard he was. Not that it should surprise her. She had felt him in her mouth, tasted his cum.
There was a chorus of cheers and laughter and Rosalie couldn’t help but feel her cheeks heat.
“I think it’s time we head back to the house,” he said.
She couldn’t have agreed more. Colt took her hand, and then she didn’t fight him as he led them both back to their villa. It didn’t take long. The villa that Kim had booked for them was less than a five-minute walk to the beach. Rosalie had tuned out after that, but for a good half hour she had bragged about how good this particular villa was, and she was rather excited to have booked it.
The moment they stepped through the house, Colt closed the door, wrapped his arm around her waist, and then pressed her up against it.
“I want to fuck you,” he said. “I don’t want you on your knees, or facing away. I also don’t want you to use any kind of lube, but Rosalie, I want to fuck you properly. Where all of the shit of who you are and who I am doesn’t matter. We’re not fucking to make a baby. We’re fucking for each other.”
She knew he was asking her for permission. Would he accept it if she told him to fuck off?
You don’t want him to fuck off.
Rosalie put her hands on his heavily inked, naked chest and slid them up, circling around his neck, and then closing the distance between them. She pressed her body against him, and another moan slipped out of her mouth.
“Then show me how it’s really done.”