Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.”
“I want to come, Red. Trust me when I say that you’re the most enticing woman I’ve ever seen, but I can’t trust myself around you.” The rustling of trees against the windows startles me, and I jump back on the bed, hitting my head against the headboard. “Are you okay, Georgia?”
“Yes, it’s just crazy. I hadn’t expected to be this close to it.” I grab my phone off the nightstand and check for a signal, hoping to see the storm’s path, but there’s nothing. “Damn it.” I toss it on the mattress between my legs.
Stellan is quickly on his feet and moves toward me. “It’s my fault, Georgia. I’m so sorry,” he says, caressing my cheek before he sits on the bed and pulls me into his arms.
“I’m scared, Stellan.” He lowers us to a more comfortable position in the bed, letting me rest my head on his chest. “We’ll get through this, and I’ll make it up to you.”
“How?” I ask, resting half my body on his, with my leg on top of his and my upper thigh-grazing the unmistakable hardness between his legs.
He kisses the top of my head and grunts. “I’ll rebuild this cabin,” he whispers.
“My insurance will cover the cabin damage.”
“Fine, how about this then. I’ll spend weeks buried deep inside you, making you scream my name as I plant our babies inside.”
“Well, that does sound like that’s a better trade, but I don’t think that’s going to even the score,” I moan, rubbing my leg up and down his, getting hornier and hornier.
“No? What would do it?”
“Well, what happens when the weeks are over and I’m waddling pregnant and alone? Will I be looking for a replacement baby daddy?” He flips me onto my back, pinning me to the bed.
“There will be no replacement. I said I would be in you for weeks, but that was just for starters. I’d have to let you come up for air. We have a press tour to handle, a cabin rental business to manage, and a wedding to prepare for. There will be no one else because if you think I’d let another man anywhere near you again, you’re out of your pretty mind.”
“When are you going to start making this up to me?”
“Now would be a good time.” His mouth lands on mine, kissing me so gently. When our lips parted, all I could think of was that it was the sweetest kiss I’d ever had. Not that I’ve had many. Chet wasn’t the kissing type, and I only had one other boyfriend before, who was a total jerk. Stellan was different. His lips on mine were perfect. I felt it through my entire body. For a moment, I forgot our situation, and I wanted to ignore it for the night.
“I need you, Stellan. Make me forget about the storm.” The wind gusts, and he smiles.
“I’ll do my best.” He devours my mouth, dragging his lips over mine, kissing me so relentlessly that I can’t catch my breath, and my heart pounds out of my chest. All my mind can focus on is how to claim more of his kisses. Every breath that passes between us isn’t enough. I’m hungry and needy for him. Stellan owns me as his hands snake over my waist and up the sides of my breasts, teasing my top up until his hands caress the edge of my bra. His fingers skim under the material, dragging the cups down, grazing my nipples. I lift my tank top and toss it beside me on the mattress.
“You feel incredible. Let me see how you taste.” He drags my shorts down my legs, sending them off to the floor. His face runs up my thighs, tugging my panties to the side and breathing me in. Stellan’s tongue slices over my slit, licking me down the middle. “Fuck, that pussy is like hot apple pie.”
I moan as he licks me over and over. His tongue slips a finger inside of me, pumping it into my pussy. Unable to get enough, he rips my panties right off my body and dives right back on my slit. I didn’t know how to handle the pleasure and nearly climbed up the bed. My hands cling to the sheets, clutching them with my life as my body writhes with pleasure.
With a flick of his tongue and another thrust of his thick finger, I scream his name, coming on his face. He drags his lips up my belly, kissing his way to my chest.
I stare down at him as he looks up at me with a smirk. “Delectable, red.” The rain and wind continue as Stellan pushes his shorts off, freeing himself. My eyes widen when I take in the full length between his legs. What did I get myself into? He’s massive, like, way bigger than he was the other day. Shit, I must have caught him before he reached full-staff, or I didn’t actually count his legs because it seems he has three. Oh lord, I’m going to be impaled.