Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“Then take a picture from the box where I know you’re safe,” he reprimands, though he is still grinning so widely for me. He takes hold of my hips, shaking his head as I place mine on his large, padded shoulders. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“I wouldn’t dare. I only wanted you to know that I’m here, screaming for you.”
“I always know. You don’t have to go out of your way, risking reinjuring yourself, for me to know that, my love.”
I lean down, pressing my head to his. “True, but I wanted to.” His eyes flash with heat. “I want you to see me when you score, only a sheet of glass between us, and hear me screaming just for you.”
Ciaran reaches up, cupping my face. “I don’t deserve you.”
“You do,” I promise. “And sorry, but you put a ring on it. No returns.”
His eyes sparkle and his grin grows, his white teeth gleaming in the lights. “I wouldn’t return you for anything,” he tells me, stroking my lip. “Five stars. Perfect fiancée. Though, I refuse to recommend you to anyone. You’re mine.”
A breathless giggle escapes my lips. “And you’re mine.”
“Endlessly,” he promises. He moves his knuckles along my cheek, and I savor the way his eyes hold mine. “Tell me.”
“I love you,” I declare, and our lips meet. He takes my lips with his in a deep, lusty kiss that is unstoppable.
When he pulls away, I press my nose to his. “I can’t get enough of you saying that to me,” he says with a smile.
“I have big plans to say it a lot.”
“Of course,” he agrees, squeezing my hips.
I kiss his nose. “Good luck, score a lot of goals, hit a lot of guys, and skate fast.”
He winks, obviously entertained by my uplifting hockey pep talk. “That’s my plan, and then I’ll score again when I get you home.”
“Well, duh,” I tease, booping his nose, and he laughs in earnest. “I love you.”
He kisses my lips once more. “Not as much as I love you.”
Before I can fight him on that, he’s gone, looking over his shoulder to grin at me.
He’s my reason for breathing.
I was wrong before. The only man worth a damn isn’t a fictional man, but my man instead.
Ciaran.
My hot, hockey-playing, forever boyfriend—er, I mean fiancé.
My future.
THE END