Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
I search her navy depths, loving every single sparkle of light in them before she whispers, “You taste like beer and tequila.”
I give her a goofy smile that I don’t mean to. “The boys like shots.”
“I saw,” she says, and I hate the sadness in her eyes. She traces my lips, and I smile brightly for her. “Why do you smile so big for me, but when you’re up there giving a speech, you look like you hate life.”
I chuckle lightly before nipping at her finger. “Because you make me happy.”
“Winning makes you happy,” she retorts, and I gather her closer.
“At one time, maybe. But I never knew true happiness until you smiled at me.”
In an instant, her face shines like the sun, and I can’t get enough of how stunning she is. “You’re drunk,” she teases, and I shake my head.
“I’m buzzed.”
“Nope, drunk ’cause you’re being overly romantic.”
“Because I’m in love with the most incredible woman alive.”
She smiles even more as she traces my lips. “I love you too.”
I press my forehead to hers. “I’m sorry for asking you to wait to tell everyone.”
She shakes her head. “I don’t mind, Riggs. I know the truth.”
“And that is?”
“That no matter what, you’re mine and I’m yours.”
I bring her in closer, my eyes drifting shut as I brush my lips along hers. “Forever.”
“Forever,” she agrees, molding her lips to mine. We kiss for what seems like forever, unable to get enough of each other. When she opens her mouth for me, I move my tongue over hers, needing to taste all of her. Each stroke is demanding on my part, but she keeps up, her fingers biting into my sides as she meets me stroke for stroke. My whole body is on fire for her, and I want more. I part from her but stay close enough that my lips move against hers as I whisper, “Why the hell are these pants so tight?” I trace the seam between her legs.
Her eyes are hooded and dark as she answers. “Because I love seeing the length of your cock in those slacks just from looking at me.”
I chuckle against her lips, my body on fire for hers. “I would take you right here, my love, but for what I have planned, I need a bed—and you naked.”
She smiles as she searches my eyes, heat and desire looking back at me. “And my ass in the air?”
I groan, cuddling her closer. “Yes, and my cock so deep in that sweet ass, you’ll forget your own name.”
She smirks, her eyes twinkling with excitement. “But I won’t forget yours.”
My cock jerks in my slacks as I press my hips to hers. “You drive me wild, love.”
“I know. It’s been my plan since the start.”
“Don’t change,” I beg. “I love you, just the way you are.”
“Only because I let you spank my ass when I sass you.”
“True,” I tease, nipping at her lip. “But also, because I love you.”
Her lips curve up into a bigger grin as she cups my face. “I love you too.”
She kisses me, and I let her take control, her tongue moving along the seam of my lips before I open for her. Our kiss is passionate, demanding, and I don’t ever want it to end.
But of course, it has to.
Her phone starts to ring, and she pulls away, her brows drawing together. “You’re here. Who could be calling me?”
“You have four sisters,” I scoff as she reaches for her phone.
“Yeah, but they text,” she sighs. “Oh, it’s Austen. Hello? Yeah, I’m still here. Oh, okay. Yeah, I’ll be there in a few.” She hangs up and exhales. “They want to go to dinner to celebrate Louisa, for the wedding.”
I stroke my thumb over her lip. “Sounds like fun.”
“I wish you could come.”
“After the wedding, you’ll be sick of me. I’ll be glued to your hip.”
She chuckles. “I can’t wait. How are you getting home?”
“I’ll have someone drop me off.”
“Text me?”
“Of course. I’ll meet you at home, aye?”
She pouts. “I feel like an ass, but I’d rather go home now with you.”
I chuckle, squeezing her hip. “We have our whole life, my love.”
She sighs, and I kiss her nose. “I love buzzed snookums.”
I snort. “Go have fun.”
She kisses my thumb and then takes me by my shirt to bring me in closer. Against my lips, she demands, “Be naked when I get home.”
“With a bow on my cock?”
“Yes, right on the tip,” she says with a wink before kissing me deeply. This girl is a fucking dream. Our kiss turns desperate, but I force myself to pull away before I take her right here and now. My little minx sends me a sultry grin as she disentangles herself from me.
I catch her by the wrist, squeezing it as we lock eyes. “Love you.”