Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 69371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
“I mean…” She smiles now, and I can’t tell you how happy and relieved I am to see it. “I am your woman, apparently, so there are things I need to get used to.” She laughs, and I lift her and place her on the island, moving the bottle of scotch over to the side.
“You are my woman.” I try not to laugh, but I can’t help it. I’ve never had the need to care or have anyone attached to me.
“What does that entail exactly?” She jokes with me. “So that I know what to do as someone’s woman.”
“Well, for one,” I start, moving her hair behind her shoulder. “I think it gives me the right to kiss you whenever I want.”
“You do that already.” She leans back on her right hand.
“But this allows me to do it in public,” I say, the tightness in my stomach coming now. “And not just in private.”
“You kissed me today in public,” she says softly.
“But you tensed up when I did it.” I try not to make it sound like it hurts me. “It’s fine. It’s just I’d like to do it more.”
“I’m sorry.” She sits up straight, our chests touching. “I didn’t even notice. So noted.” She kisses my lips. “What else does being your woman do?”
“Well, I get to bring you flowers because I want to,” I say, just winging it at this point, and she knows it when she rolls her lips and falls when she chuckles. “I don’t know. I just want to be able to call you my woman.”
“Luke, I’ve been your woman from the time you put me in your truck on my would-be wedding day.”
I tilt my head to the side. “Is that so?”
“No idea.” She laughs. “Maybe it was a couple of days after. Maybe it was the time you showed up here with a bottle of scotch and food.” She leans in and places a kiss on my throat. “Maybe it was when I showed up at your house.” She moves the kiss up to my cheek. “Maybe it was the time that you held my feet in your lap as you told me about your day.” She kisses the side of my lips. “Maybe it was the day that you took me out at one o’clock in the morning because I wanted a milkshake.” She puts her hands on my shoulders. “Regardless of when, I’ve been your woman for a while.”
Chapter 28
Clarabella
“Regardless of when, I've been your woman for a while." I finally kiss his lips, and his tongue slides with mine as my legs wrap around his waist tighter, pulling him into me. “So does that mean you’re my man?” The way my heart beats in my chest, I’m thinking that I’m going to throw up right now.
“I was your man the minute you smiled my way,” he says, and I can’t help the butterflies in my stomach. His hand goes into my hair like it always does as he tilts my head to the side, his tongue slides with mine. His hand goes to my waist as he picks me up. I lock my ankles at the base of his back and wrap my arms around his neck. He lets go of my lips, walking me up the stairs. “You know what we never did?” He kisses my neck.
“We aren’t doing that,” I say, making him laugh, and he just shakes his head.
“Not that.” He kisses my lips again. “We never went slow.”
“Because it’s overrated,” I say, my stomach fluttering when he lets me go and stands behind me.
“But it can be so much fun.” He pushes my hair to the side, bending his head and sucking my neck. “Taking my time with you.” He sucks my neck again. This time, both his hands come up to cup my tits. His fingers pinch my covered nipples through my shirt. “Worshipping every single part of your body.” He trails soft kisses across my shoulder. His hands still massage my breasts. My eyes close as I take in the feeling of him. I turn in his arms and take off his shirt, leaning down and kissing right in the middle of his chest.
He moves my hair to the side again with one hand as he uses the other one to raise my chin so he can kiss me again. My hands go for his belt as he slides his tongue into my mouth, his hand now going for my jeans also. The both of us work the buttons and zippers at the same time. He pulls my jeans down to my ankles and then kisses my legs as he makes his way up to me, stopping right where my lace panties show him how wet I am for him. He places a soft kiss there, and then I step out of the jeans at the same time as his jeans hit the floor. I turn to walk to the bed, and I’m stopped when he comes up behind me, and his hand grips my hips to stop me. “Not yet,” he whispers in my ear before his tongue comes out, and he licks down my neck. He wraps an arm around my chest, and the other slides into my panties. “Wet for me.” I don’t know if he’s asking me or telling me. My hand moves to the back of me as I take his cock into it. “Fuck,” he hisses when my hand starts to jerk his cock slowly at the same time that he slips the tip of his finger into me, teasing me. I hold my breath, waiting for him to slip the whole finger into me, but he doesn’t. He takes his hand out of my panties and then pulls the shirt over my head. My hand goes back immediately to take his cock as he unclips my bra.