Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 92422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Trust me, that epiphany hurt.
The other night when I couldn’t get comfortable, he reached over and started stroking my pussy. When I told him that I wasn’t interested in having sex because the bed would end up looking like a crime scene investigation, he smiled and said that he didn’t care.
Even though it was tempting, I declined the offer.
Axel was always so weird about doing it when I had my period.
Instead of pulling away, he continued to caress me, telling me that an orgasm would help with the menstrual cramping. So, while I was wearing a tampon, he stroked my clit until I came with an explosive rush.
And I’ll be damned if he wasn’t right.
It did ease the cramping.
Someone needs to explain to me who the hell I married because I really don’t know.
It’s given me serious pause.
I’ve started to wonder if this is a relationship worth pursuing.
If that turns out to be the case…then I’ll have to come clean and tell Colby the truth. We can’t build a foundation on top of lies.
If that’s what we’re actually doing…
It feels crazy that I’m considering making this situation permanent.
“Ready for bed?”
My heart leaps into my throat as I blink back to the present and find Colby standing in the room, wearing nothing more than a pair of form-fitting boxers that leave very little to the imagination.
He’s like the sun. Staring directly at him for prolonged periods of time will end up burning my retinas.
He’s just so beautiful.
Chiseled perfection.
“Um, yeah.”
A slow smile lifts the corners of his lips as the intensity of his gaze sharpens. “Feeling better?”
I nod as everything inside me softens.
A lot of that is thanks to him. He really stepped up and offered support when I needed it. Even if it was just for my period, his thoughtfulness meant the world to me. It’s impossible to sweep that aside and pretend it never happened.
“Good. I’m glad.”
Unsure what to say, I blurt, “You’d make an excellent boyfriend.”
He gives me a funny look. “Or husband.”
Heat scalds my cheeks. “Right. Sorry. Guess I forgot.”
“Then I must be doing something wrong.” He pads to the bed before slipping beneath the covers and patting the place next to him. “Come here. Let’s see if I can rectify that situation.”
As soon as I settle on the mattress, he wraps his hands around my waist and hoists me onto his lap until I’m straddling his thighs. My legs end up on either side of his torso so that we’re facing one another.
My tongue darts out to moisten my lips. “What are you doing?”
“I haven’t laid my hands on you for a couple of days, and I miss it.”
“You gave me an orgasm the other morning,” I remind.
He smirks. “So I did. But my cock misses being inside my wife’s perfect little pussy.”
Liquid heat pools in my core at his dirty words.
Truth be told, I’ve missed it as well. All the orgasms he’s given me this week have been amazing, but I miss his thick length filling me until I can’t take another inch.
A shiver slides through me as that image somersaults through my brain and my hips unconsciously rotate until I’m squirming against his hard thighs and groin. That’s all it takes for him to stiffen up.
His eyes lower to half-mast. “Mmm. That’s exactly what I’ve been missing, sweet girl.”
My palms settle on the warm skin of his chest. I can’t help but stroke them across all those sinewy muscles.
His fingers flex, biting into my flesh. He studies me, his gaze sifting through mine as if he’s able to glimpse my innermost thoughts. I’ve always been so good at keeping them buried deep down.
Whether it’s a conscious decision on his part or not, Colby makes me feel seen.
Which doesn’t make sense. It’s not like we’ve known each other very long and yet…
His eyes hold mine ensnared. “Tell me what’s going through your head.”
I blurt out the truth before I can overthink it. “There aren’t many people who see me. The real me. And I think you just might.”
The corners of his lips tip upward as if he’s pleased by the admittance. “You’re right. I do. And when we’re together, you’re all I see. When we’re apart, you dominate every fucking waking thought. For the first time in my life, I want something more than hockey.” There’s a beat of silence. “I want you.”
The soft words are so unexpected that hearing them is like getting the air knocked from my lungs and leaves me feeling stunned.
When I remain silent, at a loss, one hand snakes around the nape of my neck before pulling me forward until his lips crash onto mine. As soon as we collide, I open. Impatience simmers through my veins. His tongue slips inside my mouth to tangle with my own. It’s as if he’s intent on devouring me. There’s so much possessiveness in his touch and I love it.