Total pages in book: 174
Estimated words: 172061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 860(@200wpm)___ 688(@250wpm)___ 574(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 172061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 860(@200wpm)___ 688(@250wpm)___ 574(@300wpm)
He eased down the bank and back up to the clearing on the other side where he pulled to a stop in front of his cabin.
A place of comfort.
A sanctuary.
In it, Cash’s gaze sped through the area, ensuring that it was safe.
When he decided it was, he took my hand to guide me off. “Be careful of the exhaust pipe.”
I fumbled off on the ridiculous heels that I wore. Heels that made me feel sexy and strong and bold. Standing there in the dress that Cash had chosen for me as he turned his attention my way.
His stare was molten.
So hot it singed my flesh.
He was off one beat later.
An unwavering fortress of volatility. His giant body rolled with something I had never seen in it before. An obliterating possession unlike anything I had ever felt.
A big hand came to the back of my neck, and he yanked me toward him, and the man crushed his lips against mine in a bruising kiss.
Desperate and deep.
Lightheadedness swept through me, and he looped his free arm around my waist to keep me standing as he devoured my mouth.
Lips and tongue and teeth.
Plucks and nips as he angled back and forth, taking the kiss deeper with each pass.
Cash edged me up the pathway toward his cabin as he did. His presence all around. My feet barely touched the ground as he climbed the steps and moved across the porch.
I felt like I was floating.
Soaring.
Dreaming.
Surprise jutted out of me when my back hit the outside wall. Cash inhaled it. Breathed me in.
He gripped either side of my neck as he rocked his forehead against mine.
“My wife.” The same two words cracked on his growl.
My wife.
“My wife,” he grumbled again, like he wanted to make it true.
Or maybe he already had.
His thumbs stroked up both sides of my cheeks.
Gently.
Tenderly.
So at odds with the passion that poured out of him when he dove in to take my mouth again.
My fingers sank into his shoulders as he plastered himself against me. His massive body a fire. A saving grace.
My destination.
“Cash?” I whimpered into his mouth.
I realized it came out a question. A plea since I was trying to process what was happening between us. Trying to discern what had snapped between last night and when I entered the courtroom this afternoon.
“Daisy.”
He said my name like it was the only thing I needed to know, before he licked into my mouth.
Blindly, he fumbled into his phone, punching the codes to grant us access into the cabin.
Metal ground as the locks gave.
He tossed open the door.
He barely picked me up from off my feet, my toes dragging on the ground as he pulled me against the hard planes of his chest, his mouth never ceasing in its claiming.
He carried me through the threshold that way.
Not in the traditional bride style, but in a way that was so devastatingly Cash that a rush of affection clamored through my veins.
My fingernails dug and raked as I struggled to get closer to him, giving myself over to the frenzy that had been incited.
The need so severe that we both were rasping.
Grappling and begging.
“Cash,” I said again, that time my own claim.
“My wife. My Wallflower. My best fucking friend.” Every harsh word that dripped out of his mouth was praise.
Gutting adoration.
He flicked back through the locks and reengaged the alarm, then his heavy boots thudded across the floor as he kissed me mad.
He pinned me to the wall outside his bedroom door, the man panting and gasping as he edged back to pin me with his stare. “Did you mean it? Are you mine?”
I lifted my chin. “I’ve always been yours.”
If there had been any amount of reservation left in either of us, it was decimated right then.
Razed by the shockwave of power that suddenly tore through both of us.
Cash moaned the longest sound, one of pain and adoration and giving, and I was in his arms again. He carried me through his door and set me onto my feet in the middle of his room.
Afternoon light infiltrated the room. Fluttery rays of sunshine that streaked in. Glittering motes danced in the spray.
It cast an ethereal glow that drenched the walls.
It illuminated every coarse, rugged line of his handsome face.
The man a bitter, fallen angel with a heart of gold.
“Is this what you want, Daisy? Me? All of me?”
A tremble rocked down my spine. “Yes. Always.”
Those eyes caressed, leaving a searing trail as they roved over every inch of my body.
I stood beneath the intensity, refusing to shy or shrink away.
“Never have seen anything more beautiful than the moment you walked through that door today. Felt like you ripped my heart right out of my chest. But it’s always been in the palm of your hand, Daisy. Every minute of every day. Even when you weren’t here, you were with me. Could never fuckin’ forget you.”