Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
“Who’s talking? Tell me who it is and I’ll set them straight. Fuck that, I’ll put a full page ad—no, I’ll buy every ad space in the paper and let them all know we got married.”
I shake my head and laugh. “Stop. That’s a little overboard, even for you. I’m just saying it would be nice to have a party, that’s all.”
He nods. “We’ll do it then. Do you want to hire a party planner?”
“Cassie is on summer break, and she wants to plan it.”
He nods. “I’ll leave you my card in the morning. Spare no expense.”
“But—”
He puts his hand on my shoulder. “Haven, honey, I have felt guilty on how I rushed you into the wedding. I want to do this, and I wish I’d thought of it. Let’s do it right. Food, dancing, cake, decorations… all of it.”
“But… are you sure?”
He cups my chin in his hand and searches my eyes. “I’m positive.”
“Okay.”
We look into each other’s eyes, and just when I’m sure he’s about to kiss me, he releases me, goes to his side of the bed, and lies down.
I reluctantly reach over and turn the light back off before lying down. I toss and turn a few minutes and sigh loudly in the room.
“Are you okay?”
I stare up at the ceiling. “Yeah.”
The bed dips, and I know he’s turning toward me, but he doesn’t touch me, and I sigh again. Even though we can’t see each other, I clench my eyes shut and ask him, “Have you changed your mind?”
“About the party?”
I’m messing this up so badly. “No, about me.”
He almost sounds angry. “Why would you ask that?”
“I don’t know. This morning we, ya know, and then this evening you haven’t touched me, and now even though you’re right next to me, you might as well be a hundred miles away.”
It’s almost like I can hear his teeth grinding. “Because I don’t trust myself, that’s why.”
I turn on the light again, and when I turn back to face him, he’s lying on his back, eyes closed. “What do you mean you don’t trust yourself?”
“Because I’m trying to be patient, Haven, but my body has a mind of its own. I tasted you this morning, and I’m doing my damndest to honor your wish of no pressure. Fuck, peaches, just lying in this bed next to you, my dick’s so hard I could hammer nails.”
He groans and rubs his hands across his face. I let my gaze travel down his body, and I stop at the tent of the sheets between his thighs. I lean up to get a closer look. “King.”
“Yeah?” he mutters, half out of patience.
“Can I touch you?”
He sucks in a harsh breath and opens his eyes. He’s hopeful but trying to hold back. “You don’t have to.”
I nod, moving my eyes down his body and resting on the juncture of his thighs. “Can I?”
Huskily, he says, “Peaches, you never have to ask to touch me.”
I hook my finger into the sheet that’s draped at his waist. Slowly, I pull it down his thighs and then off the bed to let it fall to the floor. He has on boxer shorts, but they’re doing nothing to contain him. I look up at him, and he’s staring at me. “Should I…?”
“Whatever you want, Haven. There’s no wrong way… not with us.”
I take a calming breath and then put my hands on each side of his waistband and pull the boxers down his hips. His manhood springs up when it’s been uncovered, and I gasp at the sheer size of him. I finish removing his shorts, letting them fall to the floor with the sheet and then sit back on my haunches to stare at him. Just while I’m watching, I can see the bead of moisture at his tip form.
I crawl over his leg and position myself on the bed between his legs. I’ve never been so nervous and so excited about something in my life. He pushes my hair away from my face. “Look how hard you make me, peaches.”
I let my hands trail up his thighs and then I tentatively wrap my hand around his girth. His hips flex, his head falls back, and he groans.
Afraid that I’ve hurt him, I loosen my hold on him, but he’s shaking his head. “No, don’t stop. It just feels good, that’s all.”
Surprise at the fact that I’ve pleased him just by touching him urges me on. I hold him firmer in my hands and then start to explore. I stroke him from root to tip. I smear the precum along his shaft and then I stroke him again.
“Can I taste you, King?”
He grips the bed sheets in his hands. “Fuck, baby, you keep talking like that and I’m going to come.”
I shrug, not seeing the problem. “That’s what you want, right? You want to come?”