Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 135955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
I hear nothing else because my cock is rock solid and I’m picturing her mouth around my dick.
“Okay, that may have been too much.” She rolls her hips, teasing me. “What can I do to help you get rid of this guilt?”
The words leave my lips automatically. “Marry me.”
She jerks, her braced elbows quivering as she stares at me in shock, then shakes her head rapidly. “No! We are not discussing this in a hospital room, and that proposal sucked, too!”
It’s my turn to roll into her, careful to keep my weight at her side. “You turning me down?”
“Since that wasn’t a proper proposal, this isn’t a true rejection.”
At least she’s not using the pregnancy as a defense this time. Which is progress. I lower my lips to hers, whispering, “You’ll say yes eventually,” before I slip my tongue inside her mouth and kill any more argument.
36
Jewls
“Shayla found the perfect rose-gold cuff to cover the scabs on my wrist. The bruising on my head is healing remarkably well, thanks to Bea’s homemade potion. It looks like I won’t be an ogre for Harley’s wedding.”
“Hmmm, that’s great, honey.”
“Mom, am I bothering you?”
“Not at all.”
“We’ve talked all the way home from work and you’re distracted.”
“I can’t believe you returned to work today.” She dodges my statement.
“It’s been four days. You and Dad waited on me hand and foot the entire weekend. I’m fine.”
“Did you say you’re home?”
“Yes.” I cut off the engine.
“Is Major there?”
“I parked next to his truck.”
“Maybe he should come to your car.”
“Mom! Craig Johns is in custody. He’s not popping out of the bushes to get me.”
“Just in case, stay on the phone with me until you're at the door.”
“Ridiculous.” I get out, grab my bag, and nearly jump out of my skin when hands grip my waist.
“Let me.” Major’s deep voice rumbles in my ear as he takes the bag.
“Major! You scared the shit out of me.”
“Oh, well, if he’s there, I’ll let you go. Talk soon.” Mom disconnects abruptly.
“Love you, too. Can’t wait to see you soon… Glad you found a solution to your mangled wrists,” I comment to the dead air.
“Your mom?” Major takes my phone and drops it in my purse.
“Yeah.” All the oddness of the conversation dies on my lips when I get a glimpse of him.
His hair is newly cut, shaved on the sides with his lush, dark locks barely trimmed on top. The deep blue oxford is unbuttoned partially to expose his chest, his sleeves rolled half-way, and the shirt un-tucked. His normal jeans and shorts are replaced with grey slacks that look phenomenal.
My mouth waters as his fresh, masculine scent drifts over me.
“Baby, you keep looking at me like that, we’ll give the neighbors a show.”
“Why are you dressed up?”
“Because I felt like it.”
I tip on my toes, and he dips his chin so I can kiss him. “You should be careful greeting me looking like this. I can’t be trusted.”
He smiles against my mouth. “I’ll take my chances.”
In a flash, I’m in his arms, moving with our mouths still touching. “I can walk.”
“My way is faster.” He stops at my door. “Close your eyes.”
My eyes close, and a thrill races along my spine hearing the door shut and lock behind us. The next second, the unmistakable aroma of garlic, butter, and rosemary hits my nose. “It smells divine in here.”
He chuckles, setting me on my feet. “Figured I needed to feed you to keep up your stamina. Eyes stay closed.” His fingers skim up my back until reaching the zipper.
“You worked me hard this morning, baby. Sucked me dry. But the instant I saw you in this dress, I was ready to go again. Been waiting all day to do this.” He unzips the dress, slipping the straps over my shoulders until it drapes at our feet.
Desire pools low in my stomach, igniting a different hunger.
My celebratory plans were waylaid when the discharge doctor declared no sexual activity for three days.
Seriously? Who tells a pregnant woman she can’t have sex?
It helped that my parents stayed the weekend so our days were social, but at night I was restless.
Major took the doctor’s order like a fucking boy scout, shutting down all my attempts. I was forced to sleep, surrounded by his scent and cocooned in his hard muscles and not touch.
This morning, I had enough. My hormones took over.
His lips trace across my collarbone and up the column of my neck. “My fucking goddess in her blue lace.”
My brain registers the lingerie I chose this morning when his thumbs swipe across the peaks of my nipples. It’s racy, sheer, and meant to provoke. If he even tried to turn me down tonight, I was playing dirty.
“Had plans to take my time.” His palm slides down my stomach, stopping at my lower abdomen. “Hitch your leg.”