Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
“There’s something I want to talk to you about.” Alex’s deep voice broke through and slowly I turned to face him. My heart raced at the serious expression on his face.
“Um okay. What’s up?” I hoped that sounded as easygoing as I wanted it to because inside my heart raged and anxiety caused my stomach to do an Olympic level gymnastics floor routine.
“We’re getting married soon.”
I nodded. “We are. Aren’t we?”
His full lips tugged into a smile. “That is still the plan, yes.”
I tried to read his body language or the expression on his face to figure out where he was going with all of this, but he gave away nothing. I’ll bet he was an excellent poker player. “We’re getting married soon, and?”
“And,” he sighed, tugging a lock of my hair before he curled it around his finger. “I think we should talk about our, ah, expectations.”
I froze. He seemed so nervous. Too nervous when the contract was signed as this was already a done deal. “I don’t expect you to buy me clothes and cars or anything like that.” Did he think I would take advantage of his money while we were married? My heart squeezed in pain at the thought that he really didn’t know me at all.
His blond brows knitted into an angry vee. “You should expect it since we’ll be married and I can afford it. Besides there will be charity events and awards ceremonies that you will be expected to attend with me.” He shook his head. “But that’s not what I was getting at.”
“Okay.” I drew the word out to at least three syllables as my heart rate increased. “What are you getting at?”
“I like you Sasha.”
I smiled, determined to ignore the blush that rose up my body at his words or the way my heart pounded like a drum against my chest. “I like you too, Alex.”
“Good, because I think we should consider-.” Whatever else he’d been about to say was cut off by the sound of his phone ringing in his pocket. “Dammit.”
Disappointed, I pulled back and flashed a smile I didn’t feel. “You should probably get that.”
“Yeah,” he sighed. “It’s Jack.”
I didn’t know whether to be grateful to Jack or wish horrible things on him, but in the end I just shrugged off the seriousness of the moment and finished my cake before I went back to Dixie.
She was the real reason—the only reason—I was here anyway.
Still my thoughts returned to Alex and to what he’d been about to say. Was he going to say he wanted the marriage to be real? That we should stop sleeping together after the marriage just in case I get the wrong idea? I didn’t know, couldn’t know and Alex’s phone call had lasted more than an hour.
We never did get to finish or even really start that conversation, which I guessed was an answer of sorts all on its own.
A knock sounded on my door and I glanced at the clock. Eleven-fifteen. That meant there was only one person it could be so instead of scrambling to cover myself up, I answered the door in my towel.
“Alex,” I sighed as I bit back a smile at his teasing expression. “What’s up?”
“I brought you something,” he answered and stepped inside—without an invite—with his hands behind his back.
My gaze raked over his bare chest, the low-slung pajama pants that showed off his beautiful body and the bulge beneath. “You’re the present?”
His face split into a grin. “Always,” he joked. “But no. This is for you.” He produced a small tub with a plastic lid on top and handed it to me.
“What is it,” I asked as I flipped the top and inhaled the rich, slightly tangy scent. “Buttercream.” My brows dipped in confusion. “You brought me buttercream.”
Alex nodded, oh so proud of himself. “I brought you buttercream. More accurately,” he began and reached between us to tug on my towel until it fell to the ground, “I brought us buttercream.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t bring the left over German chocolate from earlier today.” I laughed at the small frown on his face.
“Too messy,” he replied with a smile. “And this is going to taste damn good right now.”
Before I could ask what he meant, Alex dipped his finger into the tub and scooped out some of the to die for frosting and smeared it down the length of my neck. “Alex,” I moaned when his tongue touched my cool skin, sucking and licking the cream until my body was on fire. “Alex,” I moaned again.
He pulled back with a heavy-lidded smile. “It’s for both of us,” he growled, the sound stiffened my nipples to hard, aching peaks. “Me and you,” he whispered and swiped frosting across my bottom lip before he kissed it off.
My hand went to his strong arm and I clung to him as he kissed me senseless. I ignored the warning signs that said no matter how good this felt, how irresistible and how magnetic the pull, this was a bad idea. I ignored them and focused on the way he kissed me, like I was his everything.