Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 104081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 520(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 520(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
“You… what?”
“Move in with me,” he whispered, just loud enough that I could hear him over the waves. “Let’s make a home together. Let’s make a life together. Right here, on the beach where you love to be, in a house where we make the rules.” He smoothed his thumb over my jaw, smiling. “No more driving back and forth. No more half of my stuff at your place and half of yours at mine. I want to wake up next to you every morning, Maven. I want to listen to you snore when you fall asleep.”
I swatted at his chest, but my eyes still glossed with tears, my cheeks burning from how big my smile was.
“Whatever plants you want, whatever garden you want to create — it’s yours.”
“Is there a space for your pottery wheel?”
He chuckled. “Yes. It’s ours, Maven. We can make it whatever we want.”
“Oh, does that mean we can have a kinky sex room?”
His eyebrows shot up. “If that’s what you want.”
“I mean, I have been daydreaming about that toy you used on me a few weeks ago…”
He groaned, capturing my lips as he pressed his hips against mine. I felt him growing hard already, likely at the same memory.
“Tell me that’s a yes,” he said. “So I can take you inside and christen every room of our house.”
“Our house,” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck. I jumped, knowing he’d catch me, my legs winding around him next. “It does have a nice ring to it.”
“Woman,” he growled, nipping at my bottom lip.
“Yes,” I breathed, and I barely got the word out before he was hauling me inside, pressing me against the sliding glass door as soon as we shut it behind us.
I clawed at his shirt until he dropped me long enough to rid himself of it, allowing me to do the same with my dress. I peeled it overhead, making quick work of my heels, panties, and bra while Vince watched with an amused smirk at me hopping around, the layers flying like confetti in every direction.
I skipped toward the kitchen island when I was bare, hopping up and sitting my naked ass right down on the cool, brand-new granite. I slid back until my feet were propped on the counter, too, leaning on my palms and letting my legs fall open with a wicked grin.
Vince groaned, quickly finishing his disrobing before he was palming himself and stalking toward me like a predator. His fist rolled over his cock in slow pumps until he was standing at the edge of the island.
His hands wrapped around my ankles, tugging me to the edge until my ass hung off it. He spread my legs wide, kissing down the insides of my thighs until his tongue was right where I wanted it.
I arched off the granite with a moan, legs already shaking as he licked and sucked and teased. He knew me more intimately than anyone ever had, knew all the right places to touch, the right pressure to lick, the right words to say to make me come undone.
Sometimes, Vince took his time with me. I’d had mornings where he’d prayed at the altar of my body until well after noon. Some nights were nothing but hours and hours of foreplay, of kissing and touching and learning new ways to make me come.
But other times, like tonight, Vince was an impatient, starved man.
He flipped me, smacking my ass once my feet hit the floor. I was bent over the island now, breasts pressed against it, and he grabbed my wrists and held them at my lower back in a vise grip. I was already panting when he slid inside me, filling me as we both hissed out a curse. I couldn’t move, pinned by his hands and his hips, and I reveled in the surrender of control as he slid out of me and then all the way back in.
“Look at you,” he said, slowing his pace. “Dripping wet, hugging my cock like such a good girl.”
I squeezed around him with the praise, smiling over my shoulder as I did.
“This perfect pussy was made for me,” he groaned, flexing in deep with a slap of his hips against my ass. “You were made for me.”
“Yes,” I breathed, moaning as he pulled on my wrists until I had no choice but to bow off the island.
Then, something cool and hard was slipped over a very specific finger of mine.
My heart stopped, along with our lovemaking, and Vince tentatively released my hands. One palmed my breast as the other wrapped around my throat.
He held me there with the perfect pressure, somehow twisting me so he could claim my mouth while he found a toe-curling pace behind me. Each time he thrust inside, I chased the burning stars dancing at the edges of my vision.