Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 97339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
We’re in the middle of busting a move when Logan, the third and final of the Waters triplets, comes up and throws his heavy, muscled arms over mine and Sara’s shoulders, all but dropping us under his weight. “Have any of you fine ladies seen my woman anywhere?” he asks, his gaze focused out in the crowd, looking for her.
“Nope,” I tell him as I finish off my champagne, quickly scanning the crowd for the gorgeous woman who did the impossible and managed to reel in the famous Logan Waters. “But when you find that little hussy, tell her to get her ass on the dance floor. Sara is slowing me down.”
“Shut up,” Sara laughs. “If I wasn’t pregnant, I would have drunk you under the table by now.”
“Impossible,” I tell her as Logan’s brows furrow before glancing across the room toward the open bar his friends have been working their way through. Then without another word, he quickly disappears.
I watch as he goes, but Carter catches my attention at the bridal table, his longing gaze locked firmly on my ass, and giddiness slams through me. I’m overwhelmingly happy that I still have an effect on him. It’s no secret that before meeting me, Carter was the biggest playboy in Denver. Hell, he had a nasty reputation for it, and I’m not going to lie, I always worried that I wouldn’t be enough for him. But he broke down my walls and proved that I could trust him, that I was all he needed in the world. The second I got over that hurdle, magic took over, and it’s been that way ever since. Carter is my world, my rock, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
As if sensing my stare, his heated gaze travels up my body, lingering on my subtle curves before lifting to meet my heavy stare. Then, unable to resist him a second longer, I hold up my hand and slowly let my finger roll out before indicating for him to join me.
His eyes spark with desire as he gets up from his chair, that heated gaze locked on mine, causing need to bloom deep in my stomach as he slowly strides through the crowd.
Fuck, I love this man.
Carter reaches me in no time, his eyes sparkling as he purposefully holds back, knowing just how much I crave his touch.
I try to keep my cool, but my heart pounds in my chest as I watch him saunter toward me. The way he moves, so confidently and with such purpose, makes my knees weak. I know he’s doing this on purpose, teasing me and making me want him even more. And damn it, it’s working.
When he finally reaches me, he stands so close that I can feel the heat radiating off his body. I can smell his cologne and feel the roughness of his unshaven face against my skin. It’s all I can do to keep from begging him to take me right here and now.
But Carter has never been one to rush things. He enjoys the power he has over me and always takes his time. His warm hands find my waist as he steps in behind me, his chest flush against my back, his body moving so effortlessly with mine, and just when I think his intention is to dance, he leans in and whispers in my ear. “The second I get you alone, I’m gonna taste that sweet cunt, baby girl. I’m going to bend you over and spread those pretty thighs. I want to see you, Brianna. I want to see how your pussy craves me, how fucking wet you are for me. I’m gonna push my fingers inside you, slowly feeling the way your walls contract around them. And only when you’re screaming for me, only when you think you can’t take it one more fucking second, I’m gonna be right there, tasting you as you come on my tongue.”
I’m panting as my knees give out, and Carter is forced to tighten his grip around my waist, keeping me on my feet. “Holy shit,” I breathe, suddenly so damn hot.
Carter laughs, his lips dropping to my neck and gently kissing me, but it’s all a show. He’s only doing it to mask the obvious need and desire in his eyes, needing a moment to find himself before being able to face his little sister.
A moment later, his hand finds mine and he spins me before catching me in his strong arms, my chest pressed right up against his. His arm snakes around my back, holding me to him, right where I should always be. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs as the music slows. He adjusts his hold on me and falls into a slow dance like the world’s cheesiest gentleman, but that doesn’t stop me from going along with it and falling in love with him that much more.