Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
She’s quiet, and I know she’s trying to work out the meaning of my words in her head. I probably shouldn’t have said anything, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself. However, my feelings are not new to me, but to her, I’m sure they’re a shock. I’ve done a good job—at least I think I have—of hiding what she does to me. My control slipped when she climbed into my bed.
“Rip?”
“Yeah, baby?” The term of endearment seems to have her finally relaxing again in my arms.
“Will you kiss me?”
“My fucking pleasure,” I mutter, before searching for her lips in the dark of the room. Our lips mold together as if they were two pieces to a puzzle. She shifts, and I pull her on top of me.
I get lost in her kiss. My hands roam her body, sliding again under the oversized T-shirt she’s wearing. Her skin is so damn soft, and I moan from the feel under my fingertips.
My cock is hard as steel. Even through the shorts I’m wearing, I can feel the heat of her. I want nothing more than to strip her bare and bury myself inside her. I want to make her mine. However, I know it’s not the right time. Not yet. I’ve blindsided her, and she’s been drinking. I want us both sober the first time I feel her from the inside.
I know that McKenna Dawson is my forever. My hope is that I have a chance to prove that to her. That’s not tonight, though. I swore years ago I would always do right by her. Blue balls be damned. I won’t push her for more.
One day soon, if I have my way, I’ll be able to make her my wife for real, and we’ll get our forever after all.
I smile against her lips as I remember her words at our first wedding all those years ago. We were just kids, but I knew then that McKenna would change my life. I just didn’t know how.
I lose track of time as we make out like teenagers. It’s sometime in the middle of the night that I wrap my body around hers, and we fall into a deep sleep. In fact, it’s safe to say it’s the best night of sleep I’ve had in my entire life, and it was a mere few hours at best.
Chapter 4
McKenna
When Rip’s lips press against my shoulder, I can’t stop the smile that takes over my face. Not that he can see it in this position. We’re still in his bed, and from the looks of the light coming in through the blinds, the sun is high in the sky. His arms are wrapped tightly around me, and his hard cock is pressing into my ass.
It’s not a bad way to wake up.
Speaking of waking up, I should slide out of his arms and head home. He was saying things last night that have my mind all jumbled. I was buzzed, but I knew what I was doing when I asked him to kiss me. It was that or ask him to explain what he meant when he said I was it. He said I was the one and only woman in his bed.
My heart leaps in my throat as the teenager in me who crushed on him appears with full sixteen-year-old giddiness. I would never have expected to be staying the night in his bed, let alone in his arms. Top both of those things with his words, and I’m a swoony, girly mess of twisted emotions.
“Morning,” his deep raspy voice greets me.
There’s a flutter in my chest at the sound of his gruff, sleep-laced voice. Turning in his arms, I don’t try to hide my smile when I see his long hair mussed and his eyes still heavy from sleep. He’s a sight to behold. “Morning.” My hands have a mind of their own as I reach out and push his hair out of his eyes.
“What’s the plan for today?” he asks.
“Uh… I’m not sure. I’m sure Laramie is going to want to talk wedding plans.”
His grin grows wider. “I’m sure you’re right. Is there anything you want to do?”
“I need to study for the bar exam.”
“Today?” he asks, and is that disappointment that I hear?
“I should.”
“Kenna.” He leans in and presses his lips to my forehead. “Give me today. I promise I’ll do whatever I can the next two weeks to help you study, but I just… you’re here, and I’m not ready to give you back to books just yet.”
“You gave me up to books, did you?” I tease.
Something crosses his face, but he quickly masks it. “I missed you. Please.” He juts out his lip in a pout, which is needless. He had me at “I’m not ready to give you back to books.”