Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Hunter’s hand rests on the closed door and remains there even after my outburst. “Hunter?” I say as the silence stretches between us. “I mean, I’m not sure I’m ready or what this is or what we're doing next.” I worry my fingers together, my new, shiny wedding ring digging into my palm.
When Hunter put it on my finger, I was sure it had to be fake or something, but I don't think so. I’ve never seen a ring so big in real life. I mean, sure I’ve seen them in magazines and on TV, but never in a million years did I think I’d be wearing one. I’m actually scared to wear it. What if I knock it out of the setting or lose it? It fits snugly, but I know I’ll worry over it.
“I don’t think I should wear this either. What if I chip it? I could knock this diamond off. I could get a fake one instead,” I suggest, still rambling. Finally he turns from the door. I try to pull the ring off my finger, but it doesn’t budge.
“Do not take that off.” I stop trying to pull it. Heat rushes to my face when it dawns on me he might not want to have sex with me. We’ve shared a few kisses, but that much is to be expected. Especially if we’re going to act married and in love in front of his family.
“Oh gosh. You don’t want to have sex with me. I mean, you said you felt something, but that doesn’t mean—”
“Calm down, angel.” He walks over to me, cupping my face in his hands, and kisses me again. I melt against him. When his mouth is against mine, I forget about everything else. A moan leaves me as my body presses into his.
He lifts me easily off the floor. We don’t get far before he’s laying me down onto the couch, pulling at my dress. A giggle pops from me when he can’t figure out how to get it off me. My laughter dies away when a loud rip fills the room.
“Hunter,” I breathe out. I shouldn’t be surprised with how quickly this is progressing. I mean, we only met yesterday, and we’re already married.
“I need to taste you. Let me taste you,” he begs, yanking the dress away, leaving me in only my panties. A groan leaves him at the sight of me. “Say I can taste you.” He starts to kiss my neck, making some of my shyness slip away about being naked. His lips feel so good against my skin. I close my eyes and enjoy the way he nips and sucks at me.
“You can taste me,” I agree, dropping my head back as his mouth works its way down my body. I can’t believe this is happening, but damn does it feel amazing. When was the last time I took something I wanted for myself? And he’s willing to give it to me. There is no way I could resist this temptation. Nor do I want to.
“Fucking perfect,” I hear him say seconds before his mouth wraps around my nipple.
What feels like a bolt of electricity courses through my body. The ache between my thighs intensifies as he licks and sucks at me. I try to form words, but the only thing I can manage to get out is a moan. Before I realize what I’m doing, I weave my fingers into his hair and hold him to me, never wanting the pleasure to end.
His mouth travels farther down my body as he frees me of my panties before he spreads my legs, making room for his broad shoulders. I peek down at him through my lashes as he spreads the lips of my sex open. His warm breath fans against my clit as he stares at me for a long moment.
“Is something wrong with it?” I finally ask. The question is stupid. I know it the second the words leave my mouth, but he is just staring at me.
“No.” The one word comes out thick. “I’m memorizing you. I want to remember every inch.” I suck in a breath. As odd as it first sounded, it now sounds sweet. “Angel?” he calls.
“Yeah,” I whimper, my clit starting to throb. I fight lifting my hips, not wanting to rush him, but the ache is almost unbearable at this point.
“I’ve never done this, but I’m not stopping until you come,” he says as his mouth descends onto me. His words barely register and fade quickly to the back of my mind.
He keeps the lips of my sex spread as his tongue strokes my clit. I gasp when one of his fingers easily starts to press inside of me because I’m so wet. Hunter growls against me, heightening my desire as he pumps the finger in and out of me. My hips start to move with the motions, and he adds another finger.