Total pages in book: 176
Estimated words: 167649 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167649 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
“And yours will always have a home with me. Certain people are meant for each other and you were meant for me, Jack. And I was meant for you.”
“Yes, I’m yours. Only yours.”
Something changed in her eyes. “How do you feel about sex?”
My lips quirked. “In general, I approve of it.”
“But how about right now, specifically?”
Under her heavy gaze, I thought about it for a moment—for a very short moment—then leaned in to whisper in her ear. “I definitely approve of sex if and only if I’m the one who is burying himself deep inside you, Rose Hawthorne.”
When I leaned back to look into her eyes, I realized she was already flushed.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Jack
“You want me to fuck you?”
“I mean it’s not a necessity, but maybe to seal every—”
My gaze shifted back to her lips and I couldn’t help myself anymore.
We crashed into each other, and the moment our lips touched, she let out a long groan and slid her arms around my neck. I grabbed her hips and pulled her forward until my painfully hard erection was squeezed between our bodies.
In response, she arched her back and smiled against my lips.
“Happy?”
Her eyes closed and, still smiling, she nodded. “This is a good marriage.”
“Anything you want, it’s yours,” I whispered then chased her mouth and tongue again. She tangled her fingers in my hair and let me taste her however I wanted. Letting go of her hips, I reached to the hem of her sweater and had to force myself to stop kissing her. Breathless, she let me, so, keeping my eyes on hers, I slowly peeled off her sweater and dropped it on the floor.
“It’s you I want,” she whispered. “Only you.”
Her gaze was intent on me as I looked down and let my eyes roam over her perfect breasts and flawless skin. She had a small birthmark right beneath her left shoulder toward her breast. I had missed it the first time I touched her like this. Not again. I’d learn every inch of her body until I could picture it perfectly when I closed my eyes. I touched her neck with my fingertips and let them slide down toward her heavy breasts. When I reached her lilac bra, I gripped the thin lace cups and pulled them down.
“Look at you,” I whispered.
Rose was breathing heavily, her nipples rising and falling, causing me to lose my mind. I glanced at her face and saw her eyes burning with anticipation. I let out a deep breath, feeling sheer relief now that she was truly mine. There were no lies, nothing standing between us.
I rested my forehead against hers so I could breathe for a moment. She cupped my cheek with her palm, letting me have that moment.
“I missed you,” I said hoarsely.
“I missed you,” she echoed.
I kissed her cheek then moved lower and brushed a hot kiss against the side of her throat. “You’re mine.”
She didn’t respond, but her body shivered at my words and her throat moved as she swallowed. I kept moving lower, tasting her skin with my lips until I reached her nipple. I closed my mouth over it and sucked, hard.
Her body stiffened and she gripped my shoulders at the same time she let out a groan. My hands gripping her waist, I moved to the other one, sucking and pulling.
Then her fingers touched my stubbled jaw and she eased my face away. “You love me. You really love me,” she gasped out, breathless. It was a quiet question.
“I love you, Rose,” I repeated in a firm voice, my fingers tweaking and pulling her nipples.
She bit her lip. “I love you too, Jack. I just wanted to hear it again.”
“Any time.” Still looking into her eyes, I reached behind her and undid her bra. Gently, I slid the straps off of her shoulders, holding her gaze the entire time. Then it was her turn and she was undoing my tie and letting it drop on the floor. Her fingers worked on the buttons of my shirt, every action painfully slow. It felt like it took her ages to finish when I just wanted to ravish her, but we’d have all the time in the world to do that.
“You’re mine, too,” she said. “You’re only mine.”
“We belong to each other, no one else, till we take our last breath.”
“Yes.”
The declaration ringing in my ears, I had to force myself to stay still as she put her palms on my chest and brushed the shirt off, the feel of her fingertips burning my skin anywhere she touched.
My self-control vanished when she gently pulled me in for another kiss and let her hand roam down my chest, straight toward my cock. My hands started working on her jeans, unbuttoning, pushing, and pulling as my lips took over our kiss and deepened it.