Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
More of her to hold close.
More of her to grab ahold of and more of her to slap up against with my hard body as I….
“Ash,” she replies dryly, breaking my reverie. “I know we’re a good fit. But when other people see someone like me with someone like you…,” she starts but trails off.
There she goes with what other people think again.
“Bridget. This is all that matters, isn’t it? Just us. Never mind what other people think. Now, let me show you around, will ya? I’m trying hard to remember how many things I haven’t finished yet.”
She lets it go again, but I make a note to remind Bridget how beautiful she is every chance I get.
Not because I need reminding, but maybe she does sometimes.
If she hasn’t figured out what her hot little body does for me so far, she’s gonna find out tonight. And she’ll probably come around to my way of thinking. Those few extra pounds of padding are what she’s going to need the way I want to make her mine every chance I get.
Claim her good and proper, then pleasure her like nothing else, every single day. Make her feel every part of me on and inside of her.
The thought makes me growl, and she squeals when I playfully attack her neck with my teeth as I walk us through.
“This is the living rooms,” I finally manage to say. Once we both slow ourselves down, trying to focus on the grand tour first.
But each of us just wants to tear each other’s clothes off and have at it right here on the rug.
“Living rooms?” Bridget asks, sounding puffed already and almost forgetting all about the house for a moment. Her face was red, and her nipple pebbled with arousal.
“Well, I took that wall down to make it bigger, so yeah. It’s two rooms in one,” I point out, and Bridget notices the old, faded wallpaper differences. Not to mention the spaces where the wall used to be.
“Ummm,” Bridget hums, flushing harder and so hot between her legs I can fucking feel just how wet she is.
“Maybe we should start with the bedroom. Finish off what you started earlier, at least,” she shivers, making perfect sense after I’ve nearly bored her to death talking about where a wall used to be.
“Right now?” I ask, remembering our little pact about her saving herself for tonight.
“We don’t have to go all the way,” she stammers.
Her whole body is shivering and jerking as if she’s about to have her unfinished climax from this morning right here in my arms.
Plus, who am I kidding?
We’ve got our whole lives to explore this house. Staking my claim on her sweet little body is priority one.
It always has been since the second I first saw her.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Bridget
I thought I could wait.
I probably should wait because I know Ash has something romantic planned.
All his secrets at the general store, plus the way he’s acting. I can tell he wanted to build up to our special moment.
But dammit, he makes me so hot and bothered. And him holding me with his huge rippling arms under his clothes, pressing into my chest with every movement he makes?
If he doesn’t do something and fast, I’m just gonna implode because I need his handsome face between my legs again.
Right now.
I kinda still get a tour of the house, though, the open doors and rebuilt staircase flashing past my eyes as I fight them from rolling all the way back in my head.
If I didn’t know better, I’d be worried about my breathing and heart rate, which is through the roof by the time we reach the top of the stairs.
But Ash just has this effect on me.
And my slick core is aching for his tongue like never before, now that I’ve had a first-hand lesson in what the man’s really capable of doing to me.
His low, impatient growl and devilish grin as he looks into my eyes only brings me to the boiling point even quicker. Making me wonder if it’s possible for him to make me come just by looking at me.
I’m so close…Jesus!
The main bedroom is one room I can see that Ash has completed at a glance.
The huge polished wood four-poster bed in the center of a room that’s designed for a man as big as he is.
Big man, big house. And an even bigger bed than I could’ve ever imagined that he heads straight for, laying me down gently on it.
Standing over me for a moment, his eyes running over my body, I squirm and wriggle.
My clothes suddenly feel like some alien skin I need him to tear off, but to my added delight, he starts to undress, keeping his eyes on me the whole time.
He tells me how hard I make him, which makes me moan in anticipation as I clumsily try to undo my jeans.