Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 107352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“Maybe not for you,” he replied, flipping off the lights, leaving only the one over the stove, plunging us into semidarkness. “But I, for one, would enjoy doing nothing but eating and drinking and having sex for a few…why’re you lookin’ at me like that?”
“The ring was unnecessary, but I love it.”
His brows rose. “You love it? How much do you love it?”
I took a breath and lunged at him, my hands on his face, holding him still as I kissed him with everything I had, letting him feel the depth of my heart and all I felt for him and my new life.
When he turned his head to take a panting breath, his smile was wicked and warm. “Oh, he loves me. Your soul was in that kiss, husband of mine.”
The second kiss was harder, hungrier. When I knocked him back against the wall, he laughed into my mouth until I tugged his dress shirt out of his pants—we’d both worn suits to our wedding, after all—and put my hands all over his skin.
“You want me,” he whispered.
“Yes. Always.”
“That’s very good,” he said, arms around my neck before he kissed me. When I bent and swept him off his feet, he gasped and pulled back to see my eyes. “And this is pretty damn romantic, sir.”
“Gotta carry you across the threshold and all that,” I murmured, slipping around the corner and walking with him through the doorway of our bedroom, gently kicking the door shut behind me, and carrying him over to the bed. “See, now we’re all good.”
“We were always good,” he sighed. “From the beginning.”
“Yes, we were,” I agreed, then kissed him like he belonged to me, because he did.
“My husband,” he said longingly, both his kisses and his hands on me becoming urgent. “You’re all mine now.”
Yes, I was. Always.