Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 36987 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36987 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
“No, no, no,” I rushed out, kissing him, parting his lips, tangling my tongue with his until I had to pull free. “Focus”—I barely got out, still panting—“on what you were saying about me in bed.”
“I was going to roll you over and just attack you, but you needed to sleep.”
“You can always attack me,” I assured him, leering, hands on his thighs, loving the feel of the hard muscles there. Kurt had great legs, strong and powerful from all the running and swimming he did. And having them wrapped around me in bed was something I dreamed about when I was away from him. “You know that.”
He took my face in his hands. “Yesterday was different.”
I chuckled. “I will take you riding me in bed over sleep anytime. Keep that in mind.”
His breath caught suddenly.
“What’re you doing?” I said when he let me go and couldn’t meet my gaze. “Why’re you—stop with this already.”
He lifted his eyes to mine.
“I’m fine, Kurt, you’re fine, everybody’s good.”
“You had to kill people to save my family and—”
“You’re my family,” I told him. “And I would—what’s with the face?”
His eyebrows had lifted, and he appeared to be waiting.
“What?” I snapped at him.
“I don’t know. You’re the one throwing words around, like family.”
“You’re annoying,” I assured him, turning to move.
Those legs of his wrapped quickly around me, and his right hand slipped around the side of my neck, his thumb sliding over my jaw. “I want the words.”
I was suddenly panicked. “I—sorry?”
“No,” he husked, and took a quick breath, his other hand on my nape, easing me closer. “I say it, and you know what’s in my heart, and it’s time, George Hunt, for me to hear what’s in yours.”
“So you’re just gonna browbeat me into—”
“Now,” he rasped, his thumb siding across my lips, his eyes riveted there. “Tell me now, because if anything had happened to you yesterday and I didn’t hear the words… I could die from that. Do you understand? Every time you leave me and you haven’t said what’s in your heart, even though I know, it’s not enough, and that makes me ridiculous because you’re the strong, silent type, but—”
“I love you,” I nearly snarled at him. “You know I love you, you ass.”
Instant radiant smile.
“Maybe that could have been more romantic if you’d just let me say things in my own time.”
“We’ll be having our twentieth wedding anniversary by the time you get around to it,” he said, chuckling, kissing my jaw. “God, I love you.”
“Wedding anniversary?” I growled.
He was laughing now, leaning into me, arms around my neck.
“I am so not getting married.”
That just made him laugh harder.
“You think what, that we’ll just live in our house—”
“Our house,” he repeated with a sigh.
“—with our stupid dogs and our annoying cat—”
“Our dogs, our cat,” he murmured, hugging me tight.
“—and just what? Be happy and whatever?”
“Yes,” he said, and I saw he was crying and laughing now. “We’ll be so happy. And you’re going to look really good with a wedding ring.”
I had to argue. I had to. It was my default setting. “You hate it when I’m deployed.”
“Yes,” he agreed. “But that’s because I worry. If you check in with me, I’ll be okay. And when you can’t, I’ll look at my ring and think of you and be okay until you get word to me.”
“You—”
“I don’t want to change you, and I don’t want you to try and change me. I fell in love with the sarcastic, annoying, disciplined man that you are, and—”
“Annoying?”
He scoffed. “Yes, dear. So annoying. But that’s okay because I’m no picnic either. I know I’m exacting and compulsive and have to have everything a certain way, but I’ve found I don’t mind bending for you.”
I grinned before I could stop myself. “Yeah, I know you like bending for me.”
His chuckle was filthy.
“Are you hungry?” I asked quickly, my mouth dry.
“Yes,” he said, getting off the stool and walking toward the stairs without looking back at me. “Come with me.”
“I need to remind you that your food is in the oven.”
“Leave it,” he ordered, and started up.
I was behind him quickly, and by the time he reached the top of the stairs, he was running, with me right on his heels.
The door to the bedroom was thrown open, and he rushed across the floor toward the bed while I made sure the door was securely locked.
He was naked by the time I reached him, just standing there, waiting for me, his cock already hard.
“You missed me,” I said, taking gentle hold of his erection, stroking him, feeling the warmth of his skin in my hand.
“I put lube in your nightstand,” he croaked out. “Could you get it, please?”
“You don’t want me to suck this for you?” I teased him, stroking him firmly, aided by the slick precum slowly leaking from the wide head.