Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
“I’m sorry if I messed up your plans.”
“My only plan was to come here.” He stepped inside and closed the door. “Did you get the keys I left on the table? I had a spare made in case you forget or lose yours.” He gave her a boyish smile. “If you want, I can hang onto it for you.”
“Thanks.” She cleared her throat. “I appreciate the gesture, but you shouldn’t have done that.”
He frowned. “Your safety is important.”
“Doumar doesn’t see it like that. If he thinks I’m trying to keep him out…”
His expression darkened. “Did he give you a hard time about it?”
“No.” Not about the key. “But I don’t want to talk about him. That’s not why I asked you to come.”
The light in his eye softened. “You’re right. I didn’t come here to discuss him. I brought you something.”
Reaching inside his pocket, he took out a ring, which he held out to her on the palm of his hand.
She looked at him in surprise. “What’s this?”
“It was my mother’s.”
“I can’t possibly take it.”
“You’re the only woman I want to have it.”
“Why?”
He brushed a thumb over her cheek. “Because one day, I’m going to marry you.”
The words bowled her over. The sentiment was beautiful, pure, futile, and wrong.
“We don’t even know each other. You don’t know me,” she corrected.
“I know everything I want to.”
“And that is?”
“That I want to spend all my days with you. I know by average standards I’m moving too fast, but I know in my gut you’re the one for me. It may not happen tomorrow or next week or even next year, but it will happen. I’m prepared to wait as long as it takes.” He studied her with a hopeful expression. “Say you’ll take it.”
She reached for the ring. “It’s beautiful. What stone is it?”
“It’s only a moonstone. It’s not worth much, but it means more than all the diamonds in the world to me.”
She slipped it onto her finger. “Then it’ll be rude to refuse it.”
He wrapped his arms around her and rested his forehead against hers. “Thank you.”
Rubbing her hands up his back under his jacket, she whispered, “I need you.”
“Just say the word, beautiful.”
“I need you to love me.”
Concern laced his expression as he pulled away to look at her. “There’s nothing I won’t do for you, but I think we should wait.”
“No. We only have now. We don’t know what tomorrow will bring. Please, Bono.”
“Shh. You don’t have to beg.” He lowered his head to brush their lips together in a tender kiss. “I’m yours. Anything you want.”
She took his hand and led him to the edge of the bed. Holding his eyes, she sat down and reached for his belt. This time, he didn’t stop her as she undid the buckle and unfastened the button of his jeans. Moving his underwear aside, she freed his cock.
He was gloriously male. For all the strength of his body, his soul was the perfect balance of gentle kindness. She stroked his length, feeling him twitch in her hands. He inhaled sharply when she ran her palm over the broad head, catching a drop of precum and spreading the moisture down the underside as a lubricant for her palm. A few hard strokes, and he was rock hard. Looking up at him, her gaze demanded permission as she flicked her tongue over the taught skin.
“You’ll be the death of me.” He stared down at her with possessive pride. “You’re mine, Sky. Mine, alone.”
She didn’t break their eye contact when she stretched her lips over the broad head. She reveled in the way his breathing spiked and his knees dipped as she swallowed him deeper. Cupping her face between his palms, he stroked his thumbs over her cheeks, moving with shallow strokes in and out of her mouth. His face was distorted with concentration as he watched her take him.
“Yes, beautiful.” He groaned. “Your mouth is so hot.”
His breaths turned to pants as she hollowed her cheeks and caressed the root of his shaft with her hands.
She released him with a pop. “Will you come for me?”
“Any way you want.”
There was no more holding back. She took him to the back of her throat.
He shuddered. “Stroke me harder.”
She increased her pace and squeezed her fingers around the base. He tensed, his body going taut as he came in her mouth with a grunt.
He didn’t take a second to catch his breath. In a flash, she was flat on her back with her skirt hitched up over her hips. There was a sound of fabric ripping, and then her underwear fell to the floor. She pushed up on her arms to watch him kneel between her knees. Hooking her legs over his shoulders, he regarded her with heated intent before lowering his head between her legs. She cried out when he teased her folds with his tongue, running the tip up and down her opening to finally taste her clit.