Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99960 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99960 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Twenty-Four
Allegra
For not the first time since I’d started sleeping in Jared’s room, the alarm was an unwelcome noise waking us both from dreaming. I didn’t mind getting up before the crack of dawn, but this past week … it was almost a physical pain being dragged from the warmth of Jared’s embrace.
He rolled over and the arm that had been slung over my waist, holding me close, disappeared to switch off the alarm. Then he was back, smoothing a hand down my hip as he brushed a tender kiss across my naked shoulder. “Why don’t you sleep in this morning?” he offered, his voice raspy with sleep. “I’ll take care of the chickens.”
It was sweet of him, considering we’d only had a few hours’ sleep because of sex, but I wanted to pull my weight. No one was ever going to accuse me of being a spoiled, pampered princess. I turned my head to catch his jaw with a kiss, his beard tickling my lips. “No, I’m getting up.” At least during the summer it was warm. I could only imagine how much harder it was going to be to get out of bed in the height of a Highland winter.
We conserved time and water by showering together. Though we couldn’t linger, I still enjoyed smoothing shower wash over Jared’s pecs and abs. When my hand dipped lower, he laughed and grabbed my wrist.
“If you keep touching me, I’m going to be late to meet Georgie.”
Granting him mercy, I chuckled and stopped feeling up my husband. It was only serving to get me hot and bothered too. Once we were dressed and out of the shower, however, Jared decided he wanted to play the tormentor. Making breakfast together in the kitchen, he kept pressing his body to mine and trailing his fingertips across the bare skin between my tank and shorts.
“Stop!” I laughed as he leaned into me to watch me butter toast. His cock was hard against my ass.
Instead of stopping, Jared gripped my hips and nuzzled my neck. “I’m thinking I should be late for Georgie after all.”
I gasped as he nudged into me. That’s all it took for the fire of want to ignite. “I think so too.” Pushing the plate of toast away, I fumbled for the button on my jean shorts. Within seconds I’d pushed them and my underwear down.
Jared hissed, cupping my bare ass in his large hands. “You excite the hell out of me.” His fingers slipped down and pushed inside, testing me. “Fuck.” I heard him fumble with his clothing, heard the condom wrapper crinkle as my fingernails bit into the kitchen counter with anticipation.
He nudged my ankles apart as far as they would go with my shorts and underwear wrapped around them, gripped my hip with one hand, and then turned my head up to the side. Jared crushed my lips beneath his, his beard tickling and rasping against my skin, as he surged into me. I gasped into his mouth at the overwhelming fullness. Our kiss broke as this insatiable thing between us exploded beyond our control. Suddenly, Jared spun me, pushing me belly down over the kitchen table. He took my hips in both hands and began fucking me.
I became nothing but my body and how he made me feel. Hot and needy and desperate. I had to push up onto my palms to take the powerful thrust of his cock. “Yes!” I kept crying over and over again in my mindless want.
“Look at you,” Jared’s voice rumbled at my back. “Look at you take me.” His hands cupped the globes of my ass and squeezed. “So fucking perfect. So fucking …” He growled suddenly, his hips snapping faster against me. “Come. Baby, come.”
He was losing it. And the evidence that I turned him on that much was enough to send me over the edge. I screamed my release, my arms giving out as I slumped against the table, the wood cool against my cheek.
“Allegra!” Jared bellowed seconds before he shuddered over me, his cock throbbing inside me as he came.
Suddenly, I imagined what we must look like right now and I began to laugh quietly.
I heard Jared’s amused grunt. “Should I take offense?”
I laughed harder, the sound only broken by a gasp of sensation as Jared pulled out. Pushing up off the table, I turned to him, getting tangled in my shorts. He disposed of the used condom as I pulled my clothes back up.
“I’m just laughing at our inability to get through an hour without jumping each other.”
He grinned as he crossed the room, fixing his own clothes before he reached me. Sliding his arms around my waist, he tugged me against him until my palms rested on his broad chest. “I can’t help it with you.”
Looking up into his eyes, seeing the tenderness in them, made my heart pound. Sometimes I couldn’t believe that Jared had agreed to give our marriage a real shot. Sex with no strings? Yes, I could absolutely see him agreeing to that. But with me, he wanted more. What he said last night were the most beautiful things anyone had ever said to me. He was the first man to make me feel like I was so much more than the face and body I owed to genetics and nothing else.