Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Hell, at this rate, if I keep falling like I am, I’m going to hit the ground in no time. And I’ll have to hope that Micah is there to catch me.
“The hot tub sounds good.”
“Your clothes are in the luggage placed in the master bedroom along with mine, but if you want to sleep separately, that’s fine. The suite has three bedrooms.”
Of course it is. Because he’s the most understanding and patient man I’ve ever met. “What do you want?” I ask. When he raises a brow, I clarify. “I wasn’t sure if you would want me in the same room as you, in your bed, knowing we aren’t having sex.”
“Being with you is more than sex. Sleeping next to you, holding you, kissing you. I want you any way I can have you, and when you’re ready, I’ll be here.” He takes my hand and guides us into the room. “Turn around.”
I do as he says, and he carefully undoes each button along my back until the dress is parting ways down the middle. I consider taking it to the bathroom to change, but since he is my husband and we’ve been intimate, I figure what the hell, and I let the dress fall to the floor, leaving me in only my lacy white bra and panty set. They’re nothing special since I didn’t even consider buying a bridal set, but you wouldn’t know that by the way Micah is staring at me in the mirror with heat in his gaze.
“Sorry, should I go change in the—”
“No,” he says, spinning me around. “I can handle seeing my wife like this. Is it torture? Yes. But it’s the best kind. Because one day, this…” He drags the tip of his finger down the center of my breasts and torso, stopping just below my belly button. “You will be all mine, in every fucking way.”
I swallow thickly as liquid heat flows through my body, ending at the center between my legs. I’ve never wanted a man the way I want Micah, never allowed myself to want anyone like I do him. For a split second, I consider throwing my rules out the window and begging him to fuck me, to show me what it’s like to be with someone in the most intimate way, but I take a deep breath and push the thought away. I refuse to be like my mom. When I have sex, we’ll both be in love. But until then, there’s nothing wrong with being with him in other ways, right?
As if he can read my thoughts, Micah grins knowingly. “Go change, and I’ll meet you outside.”
After changing into my bikini, I head out to the hot tub and find Micah already there in board shorts, sans shirt. His muscular chest and torso are on display, and I imagine licking my way down each hard ridge.
He drops into the bubbling water, the bottom half of his body disappearing, and he extends his hand for me to join him. I take it, allowing him to lift and set me on his lap so I’m straddling his thighs. The water is warm, and it feels good, relaxing my muscles.
“Did you have a good day?” he asks after a few minutes of silence, a hint of uncertainty in his tone.
“The wedding was beautiful. Thank you for doing everything you could to make it as perfect as possible.” I wrap my arms around his neck, and his shoulders visibly sag in relief.
“I would do anything for you,” he murmurs. “You’re my wife in every sense of the word, and from this day forward, you come first. Always.”
The way he says it, so matter of fact, sends goose bumps across my flesh. I’ve never come first to anyone, not until Micah. I don’t know how to respond to his confession, so I lean down and kiss him, trying to convey without words how much that means to me. Knowing I have someone I can trust in my corner. It’s something most people take for granted. Something I’ve never had. It’s always been me against the world, standing front and center, protecting Ellie.
Micah reaches around and gently fists the back of my head, deepening the kiss, and I moan into his mouth, wanting more. He tastes sweet like the champagne, and I suck on his tongue as I grind down on the bulge between his legs, hitting the sweet spot between my own.
It doesn’t take long before the best kind of pleasure is ripping through my body and pulsing in my veins. Micah holds me tight, kissing me hard, as I ride out my orgasm.
“It’s addicting,” I admit softly, making him chuckle.
“It’s why the world revolves around sex. We connect through it, fight for it, fight over it. Hell, some of the greatest wars were because of beautiful women.” He smirks.