Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
As the pace increases and the heat and friction between us grows, Alana closes her eyes, throwing her head back, breaking eye contact as she loses herself in the throes of our passion.
But when it comes to an end – when she tips over the edge – she opens her eyes again and meets my gaze, as she comes undone
The tight squeezing sensation as she pulses around me, holding me tight pushes me over the edge again.
I ride the wave of pleasure, my cock spurting inside of her with a strength and fury I wouldn’t have believed possible for the second time in a row with anyone else.
Anyone but the woman I now know I’m going to make my wife.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Alana
The morning sun breaks through the curtains we never got up to close, falling right across my eyes. I blink a few times as I try to remember where I am before it hits me.
I’m in Finlay’s room.
In Finlay’s bed.
In Finlay’s arms.
I take a deep breath, my nose filling with his scent – a masculine musk combined with an aftershave that I’m sure I will remember for the rest of my life even if I never see him again.
It’s woodsy, earthy, just like him – with a hint of some kind of spice that enlivens the whole mixture.
As if in answer to my inhalation, Finlay’s chest rises and falls deeply, taking my head – pillowed on top of it – with him.
“Good morning,” he says in a clear voice.
I smile. Of course, he’s awake. I thought I was the first one to wake, but somehow it seems completely in character that he has been waiting for me all along.
“Good morning,” I reply, raising my head to look up at him.
It crosses my mind immediately afterward that I’m not wearing makeup, my hair is probably a mess, and I most likely have morning breath.
But Finlay doesn’t care about any of those things because he bends his neck and kisses me before I can say another word.
“Are you late for work?” I ask, frowning when he pulls back. “I know you work here, but – didn’t you say something about doing regular patrols?”
“I asked Hamish to do them this morning. I had a feeling that if everything went well, I might not want to get up and out as early as usual.”
I smirk at him. “Not too cocky, then.”
Finlay raises his eyebrows, clearly having fun with me in response to my teasing. “I’m just well-organized. If you plan for every eventuality, you’ll always be prepared.”
“And what was your plan if I didn’t stay the night?” I ask.
He nods to an ancient-looking globe in the corner, the type I’ve seen in movies used as a drinks cabinet. “There’s a bottle of whiskey with my name on it.”
I chuckle, propping myself up on my arm beside him, stretching out my legs down the length of the bed, feeling the welcome pull of sore muscles from everything we did last night.
“What is the plan for today, then?” I ask, curious.
“Well, that’s up to you,” Finlay says. “We can go into the village again, look around the estate some more…watch for the deer since you still haven’t had a chance to see them properly. Or, if you have other plans for your vacation, we can do those. Of course, you can do them on your own if you’d prefer.”
“No,” I say immediately. “No, I definitely don’t want to do anything on my own today. If that’s alright with you.”
“Perfectly,” Finlay says with a wide, lazy grin. “And the activity?”
I look at him through my lashes.
I don’t dare say it, do I…?
“Does there have to be an activity?” I ask coyly. “I mean, outside of this room?”
Finlay grins even wider. He snakes an arm around my waist, pulling me across to rest on top of his chest. “No, there does not.”
The day passes on from there in the most delicious style.
I find myself trying things I never even imagined before meeting Finlay.
There are things that seem to come naturally to me, even though I’ve never even thought about them. It’s like my body knows what to do even when I don’t – and I know that I can trust Finlay to guide me, too.
We try new things in all corners of the bedroom and take a break to shower and eat, when I look out I see that the sun is already going down, and we’ve wasted away the whole day in bed.
Well, not wasted, really.
In fact, I think it might just be the best use of a day I had ever had.
But when two more days pass in a similar fashion, with the occasional outing to the village or to finally see the deer I have been looking forward to for so long, I have to face the reality of the situation.