Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 36007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
“I have my ways.” He gives me one of his winks that gives me butterflies. I’d never known what that feeling was until him. Still, not sure how he’s actually going to handle it without a bit of help from me. I start to ask him, but once again, I lose that train of thought when I see the closet. At the moment, there’s nothing in it, but it’s twice the size of his closet. I’m speechless for a moment as I take it in.
“Is that a bar?” I point to the space in the corner.
“Yes.” He grabs a tablet off the island in the center of the closet. “You use this to get to the high shelves. It will shift them down for you.”
“I won’t need them. I only need a small area to hang stuff, and a few drawers. Why isn’t your stuff in here?” When he doesn’t answer, I close one of the cabinets I’d opened to turn and look at him.
“Well—”
“It was in here, wasn’t it?”
“I didn’t need all this space either. Besides, what kind of a husband would I be if I took the bigger closet?” A small laugh slips past my lips. Why is that adorably charming of him?
“The kind who has forty times the clothes I do.”
“Today maybe I do. But that won’t last for long. I plan on spoiling you.” He slips my bag off his shoulder, setting it down on a beautiful velvet bench.
“You’re nuts if you think I’ll ever fill this.” I glance around the closet again, this time taking in the exquisite chandelier. “This is twice the size of my bedroom.”
“Jules.” I turn to face him, not realizing he’s moved so close. He’s right in front of me now. He called me Jules. For some reason it sounds sexy coming from him, but everything he does seems to be sexy to me. That damn kiss. I can’t stop thinking about it.
“Yeah?”
“Don’t fight me on this. You might think I’m being kind and even generous.”
“You are.”
“I’m also stubborn and used to getting my way. Some might even say obsessive at times.”
“Are you telling me fighting with you is pointless?”
“Yes.” I stare up into those gray eyes of his, waiting for annoyance to hit me at his words. It doesn’t come. Nope, his domineering ways do something else to me. My eyes drop to his mouth. I lick my lips, wishing he would kiss me again.
“Okay, I won’t fight you on this one.”
“Good, don’t fight me on this one either.” The next thing I know, his mouth is on mine.
I don’t fight him. I stand here in shock for a moment until his tongue licks the seam of my mouth, demanding entrance. Again, I don’t fight him. In fact, I do the opposite. I part my lips, giving him what he wants: full access. I have a feeling I’m going to be doing that a lot.
9
Vincent
Fuck she tastes good. I knew she would. Even from the small kiss I’d stolen after we’d said our wedding vows. I know I’m moving too quickly. My plan was to slowly slide into being something more with her over time. I have five years to get her to fall in love with me. I don’t know why I thought for even a second that I’d be patient enough to try to ease her into this.
As her tongue moves against mine, I know kissing her this quickly wasn’t a mistake. She also has to be feeling this pull we have toward each other. I’ve seen her stealing peeks of me when she thought I wasn’t looking, but that’s pretty rare, since I’m always watching her.
Her fingers grip the front of my shirt as she deepens the kiss more on her end. She rises up on her tiptoes, her tongue slipping deeper into my mouth. The taste of strawberries and her fill my mouth. I’ll never be able to eat a strawberry again without getting a hard-on. Not that it matters. Whenever she’s near, I’m in a constant state of arousal.
I’m in my thirties. Control over my dick is something I’ve had for a while. But obviously that’s gone now that she’s entered my life. I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her more into me. My cock presses against her soft stomach. How am I going to sleep with her every night and not end up inside of her? Her soft, sweet body is too much to resist. It’s going to be absolute fucking torture to be so close to her and not be able to touch her.
“Vinny.” She moans into my mouth. A growl rumbles from me. I love that she’s already using a nickname and not being so formal. It tells me she’s getting more comfortable around me.
Without thinking, my hands go to her ass and I lift her. She wraps her legs around me, her mouth never leaving mine. I carry her out of the closet and back into the bedroom, where I lower her down onto the bed.