Total pages in book: 183
Estimated words: 174715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
She pants out a breath as if my mouth and hands are already all the places we both know they will be. The elevator dings and I push off the wall, my body cradling hers as I walk her forward, placing her between me and the yet-to-part doors. Adrenaline radiates off her, into me, and I can almost feel the pulse of her heartbeat as she wills the doors to open. Slowly, they creep left and right until they are wide enough for her to try to step forward, but I don’t let her. I make her wait. I make me wait.
Only when the doors are fully open do I find her ear again and say, “Are you thinking about my hand?”
“Cole, damn it,” she hisses, and I release her, laughing as she darts forward, with nowhere to go but our room, but she does what I expect. In true control freak mode, she stops at the door and turns, leaning against it to watch my every slow step toward her, as if she’s in control when she knows that, right now, she’s not, and we both like it that way. Later, she’ll kick my ass if I act like a barbarian, but right now is not later.
I stop in front of her, but I don’t touch her. “Ready to go inside, Mrs. Brooks?”
“Not without some rules.”
My lips twitch. “What rules would those be?”
“If you spank me—”
“I’m going to spank you, Lori.”
“If I say you can.”
“Okay. Am I going to spank you, Lori?”
“I haven’t decided.” In that grab for control, she gives me her back and swipes her keycard to open the door My hand comes down on the handle, my body framing hers, my knee in front of her leg, blocking her entry. “Once we go inside, your pretty little ass is mine, unless you say no now.”
She rotates and faces me, her hand settling on my cheek, her soft fingers rasping over my newly formed stubble. “Except,” she says, “I know you’ll always let me say no, even if I wait until we’re inside.” There is such tenderness in her eyes and voice that she undoes me. “Which is why the answer is yes. You can spank me, Cole. Because I married you for ten million reasons that include trust.”
If I wasn’t so damn hard I was about to break before those words, I’d be so damn hard I was about to break now. I’m not sure where that puts me now, besides needing inside the room. I take the key from her and swipe the card again. She rotates, her beautiful backside brushing my cock, and the minute I push the door open, she’s inside the room, but she doesn’t get far. I’m a step behind her, my reach long enough to catch her hand and pull her back to me, and by the time the door is shut, she’s against it and I’m in front of her, my legs caging hers.
“I married you for ten million reasons too,” I assure her, reaching for her zipper and pulling it all the way down, while I go down on a knee in front of her just long enough to lick her clit and hear her gasp before I’m back on my feet, turning her toward the wall to pull away her dress and bra in one quick swipe, to leave her in only her thigh highs and heels.
“One of those reasons,” I say, “is your perfect ass.” I smack her cheek in a tease of what is to come, and on her yelp, I turn her to press her back against the door. “The other,” I continue, “among the too many to count,” I clarify, “are your stunning breasts.” I reach up and tease her nipple.
She swallows hard. “You married me for my ass and my—”
“Stunning breasts,” I say. “The whole package, sweetheart. You’re the whole package for me and that makes me a damn lucky man. Don’t move. Understand?”
“Yes, Mr. Brooks. I understand.”
My lips quirk. “I really love these rare moments when you just do what I say. Too bad I can’t get you to listen with your clothes on.” I toe off my shoes.
She laughs. “I could say the same of you, only you don’t even listen when you’re naked.”
I pull my shirt off and press my hands to the wall next to her, my gaze raking her naked body before I look at her and say, “Of course I do. When you say ‘harder, faster, more’ I don’t ever deny you, now do I?”
“I don’t suppose you do,” she whispers, breathless. I really love this woman breathless. “Face the door and don’t even think about turning around.”
“Is this when you—”
“I’ll warn you. Do it.”
She turns and I don’t immediately move. I let her wait. I make us both wait, the sound of her breathing and my breathing the only whispers in the room. Seconds tick by until she whimpers, “Cole, damn it, you’re killing me.”