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)
He thrusts harder, filling me, his cock pulsing. “I’ve been doing it all wrong.”
His amusement is gone, a seriousness taking over. “Wrong?”
“Giving you your play. Not stepping up.”
“Stepping up? My play?” Confusion creeps into my euphoria.
“I love you, Julianna.”
“I love you, too.”
“I’ve always questioned my choices, holding on to the regret of my decisions earlier in life. You erased all of it.”
My heart races.
“If I hadn’t joined the Marines when I did, I wouldn’t have met my brothers. Eventually, it brought you into my life. I may not have met you at seventeen, but it doesn’t change how I feel. Thirteen years of history or not, we’d still be here.”
Oh, Jesus, the conversation from that morning at the lot plays through my head.
“I’ll live my life with the shame of not making my move sooner. Since the minute I met you, it was obvious no other woman on this earth was mine.”
I’m instantly lost in the endless depth of the bright blue hue in his eyes, filled with intimacy and tenderness. He stares at me adoringly, rocking in and out and bringing his mouth to mine.
“The way you taste, you feel, the look on your face when I sink inside you. The way your body reacts to my touch, watching you take my cock and come apart… deprived myself of this.”
“It’s yours now.”
“It is.” His gaze gleams with approval.
His tongue traces my lips before slipping inside. The taste of me coats my mouth. Even after two earth-shattering orgasms, an erotic thrill ignites and races through my veins.
I get a hand free, thread it through his hair, and pivot my hips to meet his thrusts. He growls down my throat.
His tongue sweeps through my mouth, his movements speeding as he drives deeper into me. I clamp down, moaning at the friction of the metal hitting the magical spot.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He tears his mouth away. “You have to stop.”
I chew on my bottom lip, surging up, and wrapping my legs around his waist. “I don’t want to stop.”
“Jewls,” he warns, his control slipping.
I grin slyly, loving that I do this to him.
“Fuck it.”
He goes back onto his knees, releasing my hand and hauling me with him. My body is now on fire as the hard planes and ridges of his body press to mine. His cock thickens, pulsating wildly.
He drives up, over and over, until I’m winded again.
“Oh, God, please…” I trail off, chasing my release.
My stomach twists and curls, a knot of need unraveling.
I grind down, shoving my face in his throat, and let the sensations take over.
In a flash, I’m on my back again and he’s braced on his elbows, his fingers threading through my hair, and his body stilling.
“What are you doing?” My screech resembles a squawking bird.
“Getting your attention.”
“You’ve had my attention since you slid your hands in my panties.”
“Now, I have your attention differently.”
My squirms are met with resistance, his hips holding mine hostage.
“Patience and perseverance are a part of what makes me who I am.”
I try again to buck up, my poor body shrieking for relief. “You know it’s highly dangerous to withhold from a volatile pregnant woman.”
His lips curve and he thrusts slowly again. “My patience has worn off.”
Fine, cool, whatever, my horny brain replies, not comprehending anything outside of the screaming desire blistering through me.
I arch, leveraging my hips to roll against his.
“Give me your eyes.” The gruff demand stills my attempts.
My breath catches at his expression. The tenderness and intimacy are gone, replaced with an exquisite mix of possession and love.
I’m captivated, a shudder sending bumps over my skin.
When his hand closes over mine and a cool metal slides on my finger, my heart stops.
My patience has worn off, replays in my head, and his face becomes blurry. Tears stream down my cheeks,
“You’re marrying me, Julianna.”
It’s a declaration.
No question.
No room for rejection.
A bossy, no-nonsense declaration.
I blink away the tears, needing to see his face.
“Say yes,” he urges, moving inside me.
A small voice in my head assures me we will address Major’s use of sexual manipulation, but now is not the time.
He brings my hand to his lips, kissing my finger and giving me the first glimpse of the radiant, sparkling center emerald-cut diamond framed amongst similar channel-set diamonds.
“Say yes,” he repeats, rolling his hips.
Another flash of brilliance catches my eye, and a sob escapes when I realize what it is.
The most divine, magnificent, and perfect pair of Jimmy Choo rhinestone- adorned heels.
My wedding shoes.
On my feet.
He remembered.
The waterworks are unstoppable as I nod frantically.
He nuzzles his face to mine, placing my hand over his heart.
“Need to hear it, baby.”
“Y-y-yes,” I cry, grasping him with everything I have.
He holds me, brushing his lips over my face to catch the tears.
They slowly subside as reality sinks in. He lays his head to mine, keeping my eyes as he makes love to me.