Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Chapter 49
Lissie
“Kiss me.”
He pushes my dress up, and as he breaks our kiss, he’s slow with his movements, soaking up every single minute of it. He knows I’m impatient when it comes to having his hands all over my body, so I think he takes his time, purposely going slow, which drives me mad.
But that’s okay.
I’m starting to realize I like the way he drives me mad.
I tried not to want him, but that’s a really hard thing to do when your heart is missing someone you didn’t even know had worked their way in.
His mouth drags down my neck, over my dress, until he bites my nipple through the fabric. He finds my G-string and pulls it off without once removing his mouth from my breast. I’m wet—there is absolutely no denying that—as his hand skates around my thigh and touches me.
My back arches, and my hands—that are planted on the hood of the car—itch to touch him, but his thumb puts pressure on my clit, and he pushes a finger inside me, then another.
“See, Pretty Lady, you like everything I do to you. Your body tells me so.”
My body loves every single touch from him.
No other man has known how to touch me the way Milo does. I don’t know if it’s because he has more experience or the fact that he can just read my body’s response to everything he does to it. Either way, it makes me go crazy.
His fingers slide in and out, and he continues circling my clit, touching all the right places. His mouth moves to my other nipple, and he bites it through the material, not a care in the world that he could possibly be ruining a thousand-dollar dress. And to be honest, I couldn’t care less either.
“M-Milo.” I can barely say his name, but he doesn’t stop as he hums in response to me as I fall back flat on the hood of the car.
“Are you tired?” he asks, removing his hands from my body. “We haven’t finished playing yet.”
I watch in fascination as he removes his tie. Milo pulls it off with one hand while he starts to unbutton his shirt with the other. When the tie is removed, he offers me his hand. I lift mine and place it in his palm, then he nods to my other hand, and I give him that one, too. He wraps his black tie around my wrists, binding them. When he’s done, he steps back and drops his suit jacket before he removes his button-up.
I suck in a breath at seeing him this way again.
It’s been too long.
He is so beautiful.
But before I know what he’s going to do next, he pulls out a knife and starts to cut the dress from my body.
“That was an expensive dress,” I grumble.
“I’ll buy you ten more,” he tells me. “So that I can cut them off as well.” He smirks when he slides the knife between my breasts, and I hold my breath as he carefully slices until my now beautiful white dress is hanging on either side of me, half on from the sleeves but completely open down the middle, just as he likes it. He places the knife on the hood of the car so he can remove his trousers. “Pretty Lady,” he says, pushing back between my legs. I can feel him, but he pulls me down, sliding my ass along the car until he’s right at my entrance, just the tip inside me. “I want to marry you.”
His words make my body tense, and he notices. I stop breathing. Marry me.
I never once thought about marriage after Cody.
To me, marriage is a death trap.
I once loved Cody and saw a life with him.
But how wrong I was about that.
I don’t know an example of a healthy marriage that even makes me want to be married again.
And yet, here is this man, telling me he wants to marry me, knowing everything and still wanting me.
“When you’re ready, be prepared for me to ask you. This is the only warning you will get.” I let out a long exhale. “And don’t be so scared. They say the second time is the charm, and trust me, we will fucking work. I will read to you every night, and in return, you will touch yourself.” He winks, and I smile. “Imagine the dress I would cut off you on our wedding night,” he finishes as he pushes all the way inside me.
“No way, I wouldn’t let you.”
“As if you could stop me from having what I want,” he states. “Actually, let me rephrase that… you are probably the only person on this planet who could,” he adds.
I go to lift my hands, but he shakes his head.
“Keep them there.”
I do as he says, then he pulls out and steps back, taking me with him. My feet hit the ground, and he lifts me effortlessly, turning me around so now my tits are smashed into the hood. He grabs my tied-up hands and adjusts them above my head, then kicks my legs apart, my ass now on full display for him.