Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 168121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 841(@200wpm)___ 672(@250wpm)___ 560(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 168121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 841(@200wpm)___ 672(@250wpm)___ 560(@300wpm)
“Stubborn brat,” he mumbled as he lifted her feet as much as the shackles would allow, bending her toes, checking her soles.
“You’re getting closer.” Not.
He stood, yanked on her hair, probed her scalp, and released her with a huff. “Fuck this. I don’t need to ask. You’re marrying me and that’s that.” He spun and tagged his pants from the floor.
“What are you doing?” Was he done? His erection disagreed.
Tugging something out of his pocket, he held it up to her face, pinched between his finger and thumb. A point-cut diamond caught the dim light, casting a glimmer over her vision. Black curling flames engraved the inside of the silver band. The design mirrored his tat, a symbol of their pasts, their future.
She sucked in a breath. “When?”
He trailed his fingers along her left arm, over the wrist cuff, and interlaced their hands. “I commissioned it while on the plane from New York. It’s been in my pocket for a long time.”
“Why didn’t you give it to me this morning?”
“I didn’t know where my pants were, and I was quite comfortable.” He leaned his weight against her and captured her lips, his tongue rolling with hers in a sensual dance. “Marry me.”
Without waiting for a response, he shifted toward her outstretched arm and uncurled her fingers. The drum in her chest was so loud she was certain he could hear it. With her palm open and facing him, he slid the ring down her finger and stopped.
His lips parted, and their eyes collided. She nodded, floating into his gaze, their dreams, her promise.
A smile blazed over his beautiful face as he looked back at her hand, at the word permanently inked on the inside of her ring finger.
Yes.