Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
She smiled, and it warmed me all over. “Okay. I think that’s a great plan.” She blushed a little harder but kept her steady gaze on me when she added, “You’re beautiful when you smile.”
My brows shot up at her declaration. No one had ever described me as beautiful before. Then again, I didn’t get many compliments from the ladies because I didn’t have time to date. I didn’t give a shit about anyone else’s praise, though. Only Winter’s.
“So are you.” Her blue eyes sparkled, and I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. We needed to get this shit over with right now. I was determined to have my ring on her finger before I got my mouth on her. And my mouth was watering for a taste of her lips and her pussy. If her delicious scent was anything to go by, it was going to be the most decadent thing I’ve ever tasted.
Besides, I needed to marry her so I could get on with the rest of my plan. Fucking her all day, every day, until she was carrying my son.
I shifted again, painfully hard, and growled, “Let’s go.”
She gave me an odd look, probably confused by my mood swing, but she’d understand when I was balls deep inside her later.
I hopped out of the car and jogged around to her side. By the time I opened her door, she’d unbuckled, so I helped her to the ground, making sure she slid down every inch of my body on the way.
The front door to the house opened, and the judge waved us inside. “Get in out of the cold. I’m too old to be up this late,” he groused. I chuckled as I slipped my arm around Winter’s waist and started toward the house. The judge was always complaining about getting old, but he was younger than my parents.
Once inside the house, he asked if he could take our coats, and when Winter removed hers, I nearly collapsed from my weak knees.
Winter was small, just as Holly had said, but the matchmaker had failed to relay the fact that Winter was a curvy fucking bombshell. “Fuck,” I breathed.
“Control yourself, son,” Judge griped. “Give me five damn minutes to get you married before you go dragging her off to consummate it.”
Winter giggled. “I don’t think that’s going to be a problem because—”
“Let’s get on with it then,” I muttered, cutting her off.
Winter looked up at me with confusion, but I just grabbed her hand and tugged her along as I followed the judge into his living room.
Five minutes later, we were married. I considered kissing her when the judge got to that part, but I didn’t trust myself to stay in control. So, I brushed a simple kiss on her forehead and thanked the judge before dragging Winter back out to the SUV.
Chapter Four
Winter
Christopher wasn’t acting at all how I’d expected a man who didn’t want a real wife to behave. I had thought he’d be friendly but distant. Instead, he was a little gruff and seemed to want to keep me close. He was also way too handsome for my comfort. My fingers itched to run through his dark hair. I felt as though I could stare into his brown eyes for hours on end, and his butt—along with the rest of his tall and muscular frame—could feed my feminine fantasies for years.
Keeping my hands off him and my heart from getting all mushy was going to be difficult—but there was no backing out now since we were already married. I was going to have to figure out how to stop myself from jumping his bones, though. That chaste brush of his lips across my forehead when the judge announced that he could kiss the bride made it clear he didn’t feel the same magnetic pull to me as I did with him.
Knowing my attraction to my new husband was one-sided left me feeling awkward as we drove through Snow Valley. It was even more quaint than I’d pictured, with charming storefronts lining the streets in the small downtown area. As we passed a tree farm, I asked, “Is your Christmas tree up, or do you like to wait until closer to the big day to do that?”
“Yeah, my mom took care of it for me this year.” He cleared his throat, and his cheeks filled with a ruddy color. “She goes a little overboard when it comes to the holiday season. She and my dad took care of the tree while I was working at my pub one night last week because my mom convinced him that I had put it off for too long. But I did the lights on the outside of the house. The last thing either of them needs to do is climb two stories high on a ladder.”