Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
I turn back to her, cautioning myself to maintain control. With a smirk, I say, “Are you trying to make me feel old?”
She pouts as if to say Oh, please. I feel like clapping my hands together, like cheering, because it’s amazing.
We can laugh and flirt after what just happened…and with everything that’s hanging over us.
“I don’t care about your age,” she says and then shakes her head. “No, I mean…I like your age.”
“Like it?”
“Your silver hair.”
“Silver?” I cut in with a teasing note. “I think the word is gray.”
“Nope. Silver. Or moon colored.”
I chuckle. “I’ll take the compliment.”
“I mean it,” she says, taking a small step toward me like she’s unsure.
I want to meet her in the middle, but I’m conscious of what just happened. Part of me is listening out, ready to hide again.
Hide.
What the hell are we doing?
“I don’t care about our age gap,” she says. “Of all the problems we’ve got to deal with…is that really at the top of the list?”
I reach over and tenderly stroke my hand across her face. She turns into my touch, tilting her head. Her cheek is warm as if all the lust is blazing through her.
And something more, not just physical want, something sweeter. Or am I just hoping?
“No,” I say. “I suppose not. But Brooke, we have to go. The party will be starting soon.”
“I know,” she replies. “I don’t know how we’re going to act natural.”
I look around, scanning the area quickly, but the grove is quiet again.
“That was too close,” I tell her. “I think….”
I trail off because I don’t want to say the next bit. But I have to think of Gil.
“We can’t be alone together again,” I go on, even if it hurts me. “Believe me, Brooke, I want to. Especially after….”
Her blush deepens, stirring the animal in me again.
“I know,” she whispers, making me ache, and my desire explodes inside me.
I can’t stop thinking about the way she moaned and what the moans meant—the future we could share together.
If we went further, if I tore off her clothes and felt her naked slit with my throbbing cock, there would be a life at the end of it. A child.
A happily ever after, as the saying goes, though I never dreamed I’d have one of those myself.
Something happens as we stare at each other.
Despite Clive and Cynthia almost catching us, we move close again, our lips joining once again as if magnetized.
She makes that gorgeous whimpering noise again, causing even more intense hunger to grip me.
My hands are on her hips, possessing and my manhood is driving against her belly. She needs to feel how hungrily I want her, how badly I need…
But she’s Gil’s daughter. She doesn’t need anything from me.
I have to stop.
“I’m sorry,” I growl, stepping away.
“Me too,” she says, biting down. “But I kind of want to do it again.”
I smirk, even if I shouldn’t. “Me too.”
She’s in my arms again in half a second. This time, I spin her around, guiding her into deeper privacy, aware of the necessity of hiding even if I don’t want to.
I want to roar to the whole world that this woman belongs to me.
Our tongues clash, and again, my hand is smoothing between our bodies, seeking out her soaked sex. I can’t stop thinking about what she’ll feel like wrapped around my dick, squeezing tightly, her drenched pussy begging for more.
She places her hand on my chest, gently pushing me.
“Banner.”
“I know.”
I take a step back, one of the most difficult things I’ve ever done.
“What are we going to do?” she asks.
My gaze roams over her, but then I quickly look away from her body into her face. Her face still captures me, but it’s less intense…not completely, but enough, so I don’t turn into a feral animal again.
Her face, her kind features, and the innocence in her eyes make me think of us, of all we could be.
“We can’t ruin the wedding,” I say gruffly. “I know that much. After your mom….”
“It’s okay,” Brooke murmurs. “I feel the same. Mom’s cancer devastated Dad for so long. He deserves to be happy.”
“We can’t be alone,” I tell her. “We have to find a way to get through this long weekend without letting this happen again. After their honeymoon, if we still feel this way….”
If.
There’s no doubt I’ll want her with the same intensity – or a far deeper one – every second for the rest of my life.
I’ll never stop wanting her.
“We’ll talk then,” I finish. “But we can’t do this to Gil.”
“I know.”
She looks at me, lips parted, red from the force of our kissing. Her hands claw onto my back as mine smooth down to her ass.
To bend her over, strip her naked, properly massage those juicy mounds….
Hell, I could die a happy man.