Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 141281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Instead, I’m obsessed with carnal pleasure, riding the high of being so in love with this man.
His rough promises have some serious weight, too.
I dropped my birth control a month ago.
And after that three-week break in the bedroom, he must be as starved as I am.
I know what happens tonight.
He’s going to give me everything I ever wanted, a miracle I can’t yet imagine.
Right now, I just wish he’d give me one little O right here.
Too bad the car stops at the fancy spot where we’re having the reception.
His fingers press deep into my pussy, his thumb swirling my clit, sending me so close to coming my legs shake.
“Hold that thought, Delia. Here comes our chauffeur.”
I look at him like I’ve just bitten into a lemon.
I barely manage to slide off him in time to straighten my clothes. I think I finally get the meaning of blue balls—and how badly I want his emptying inside me.
The reception is one long whirlwind of tension and laughter and love.
Our food and friends are exquisite as a million old stories fly around. Everything you’d expect from a wedding as fantabulous as ours.
Even the spring night smells like renewal, the very air we breathe inviting us into our new lives.
Marnie and Dad keep teasing us through the whole thing, banging their spoons every five minutes through dinner and telling us we’d better get started making babies.
Oh, if only they had a clue.
My best friend shows up with her latest date, this lean software geek from Seattle. He actually looks like a normal human being instead of someone who’s been roasting in the sun too long and spending whole lifetimes at the gym.
What else is changing next?
I do a double take every time I watch them dancing and laughing together. They look so natural. It’s a big change for her, and she clearly enjoys it.
I’m glad I’m not the only one here who feels more grown-up.
Life has been shifting for months, ever since my internship ended and I took an entry writing job for a local art journal.
I’m more thankful than ever for this incredible warrior man who’s along for the ride, our lives fully merging into one lane.
And we dance with a lightness and spring in our step that feels like we’re gliding.
Chris swings me out and pulls me closer each time.
His breath matches mine, all slow rolling thunder.
There’s something beautifully conflicted in his touch tonight, equal parts tender and possessive. His smile sings a whole freaking opera, and I’m sure mine does, too.
This is us painted in white and gold and forevers.
Honest as day.
Nothing left to hide.
No more taboos or rusty chains from our pasts tying us down.
We’ve faced down hell itself to be here, wedding bands on our fingers, so madly in love with every glance it hurts in the best freaking way.
Oh, there’ll always be hills and valleys in the years ahead, just like any couple joining lives.
But he’s my flint.
I’m his spark.
Together, we’ll kindle something so bright and beautiful it makes my eyes sting through the happiness, the desire, the need and the nostalgia rubbing my veins raw.
“Oh, so now you’re getting sentimental? I wondered how long it’d take.” He brushes away the tears streaming down my cheeks and kisses me until I smile. “People are drunk, babe. Looks like they’re tapering off and struggling back to their rooms. You ready to make a baby, or what?”
“Yes!” I whisper back.
He rolls his hips against mine in a long, arching, suggestive stroke.
Layers of fabric drag deliciously against my clit.
I shudder in his arms, feeling like a fuse that’s finally being lit.
God, yes.
He grabs the back of my neck and holds me, domineering as ever, gazing into my eyes.
It’s so hard not to lose ourselves in each other.
But right now, I need to be lost in his flesh.
So I lean in for a kiss, probing his tongue with teasing flicks that leave no doubt what I want, what I’m begging for.
“Move your cute ass,” he whispers, cradling my face with eyes on fire. “I’m not sleeping tonight till I find out how my new wife takes me in every position.”
* * *
“No way. You didn’t!” I have to remember to breathe.
I’m in his arms, running a hand over his handsome face as he carries me into the room. The instant I see the bed, I’m laughing.
It’s even more ridiculously over-the-top than the beast in his old guest room.
A Victorian monster on steroids with posts reaching almost to the ceiling. The burgundy canopy could probably hide us for days, and maybe that’s the point.
There’s no denying how crazy possessive he is and I love, love, love it.
“Special request,” he tells me. “I didn’t get a chance to do half the shit I wanted in that old bed at the house. I’m not getting you pregnant in anything that’s not fit for a queen.”