Total pages in book: 296
Estimated words: 284055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1420(@200wpm)___ 1136(@250wpm)___ 947(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 284055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1420(@200wpm)___ 1136(@250wpm)___ 947(@300wpm)
Her face softens right before my lips crash into hers with so much fervor that I’m blinded by the emotion in our kiss. I can’t get enough of the way she smells and tastes or the soft moans that escape her lips as our tongues intertwine. As I consume her, everything she is, I’m greedy and need more. I want to go to the next level, but somehow, I find the strength to pull away. Our lips are swollen, and bodies are full of want and desire, but it’s best if we don’t go too far off the ledge because together we’ll fall and destroy the boundaries we’ve worked so hard to keep. Just because I said those three words doesn’t mean we fall into bed together. I respect her more than that.
By the time we catch our breath, she leans over and places her hand on my cheek, pulling me back to her greedy lips. “I love you too, Alex. I always have. I’m sorry I ever doubted you.”
Her words rush through me in full force, and I’ve never experienced happiness on this level. To have the woman I love with every fiber of my being love me in return is the greatest high in the world. River leans forward and paints her lips with mine in slow, precise movements. With every breath, she encompasses and captures me, and I hope she never lets me go.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
RIVER
“I swear to God, Natalie. I’m going to be pregnant forever.” I groan, placing a bag of frozen peas on my neck. “And it’s so fucking hot. Texas is hell. That’s what it is. This ninety-something degree weather is for the damn birds.” I’m going off, I know, but I’m so damn miserable.
“So I guess you’re adapting to the heat,” she teases.
“I hate you so much right now.” I narrow my eyes at her, but my cell service sucks out here and keeps freezing during our FaceTiming.
“I know, babe. You hate everyone.” She chuckles, clearly amused by my misery.
“How can I have another six weeks of this? That feels impossible. This baby is going to pop out of my belly button.”
I hear Adam snort in the background, and just then Alex walks into the living room.
“Is it safe to come in? It doesn’t sound very safe.”
“Run, Alex! Run!” Natalie shouts when she hears his voice.
Alex laughs from behind me as he wraps his arms around my waist and kisses my cheek.
“Oh my God,” I nearly scream, pushing Alex away. “What is that ungodly smell?
“Crap, sorry. Yeah, that’s cow shit.”
I look back at my phone and Natalie is losing her damn mind, laughing so hard I’m worried she’ll pee herself. I pretend to sob and press my face up to my phone screen. “Help me. Please.”
“You made your bed, girl. Now lie in it. Or rather, lie in shit.”
“You’re the worst best friend in the world,” I deadpan.
Alex chuckles, kicking his shoes off and unbuttoning his jeans.
“What are you doing? Natalie can see you,” I remind him.
“Shh, don’t stop him,” she whispers before Alex can respond. “I wouldn’t turn that away if his hair was on fire.”
“You know I’m right here,” Adam interrupts.
“Like she cares?” I joke. “Should’ve seen her at the beach googly-eyeing all the man meat.”
I turn around and see Alex has tossed his jeans. Then he wraps his arm around his neck to pull his shirt off. Oh God, help me. I love it when he does that. The way he fists the fabric and shreds it off his back. I feel my ovaries combusting all over again.
“Sweet baby Jesus.” Natalie’s words interrupt my dirty thoughts.
My eyes widen, and that’s when I take the phone and end the call.
“That wasn’t very nice,” Alex says with a sexy smirk on his face.
“You were two steps away from giving her the full strip show.”
“Well, I didn’t want to walk through the house with shit on my clothes. I was going to jump in the shower.”
“You couldn’t have done that in the kitchen?” I scold.
“I could’ve, but then I would’ve missed how flush you get when I take off my clothes.” He winks, and I swallow hard to contain myself.
He walks out in only his boxers, giving me a perfect view of his ass. Damn him. He’s doing this on purpose.
Later that night, we snuggle on the couch and watch a movie after dinner. I’m starting to really get used to this lifestyle of ours. Alex works a lot and sometimes really long days, but I love the feeling knowing he’s coming home to me. He’s always close by if I need him, and that security reassures me that everything is going to work out the way it’s supposed to.
Ever since Alex told me he loved me two weeks ago, I can’t get enough of it. We’re continuing the no-sex part of our relationship, which is fine by me considering I look and feel like a whale. But our heated kisses tell me everything I need to know.