Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 77120 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77120 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
He moves to the foot of the bed, still clothed.
He smiles. Unbuttons his shirt, parting the two halves.
God, his chest.
It’s perfect—hard, sculpted, a few light-brown hairs scattered over his coppery nipples.
I gulp audibly. “You should never wear a shirt again.”
His cheeks redden slightly, but he doesn’t reply. Instead, he unclasps his belt and slowly removes it. Then the button and zipper on his pants. He slides them down, revealing his huge hard cock underneath his boxer briefs.
His periwinkle-blue boxer briefs.
I can’t help a smile. “Something blue?” I ask.
He looks down and shrugs. “Why not?”
“You didn’t really go out and buy underwear to match your tie and the bridesmaid gowns.”
He shakes his head. “Already had them, and believe it or not, they came up today.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I rotate my underwear, and this pair came up today.”
For some reason unknown to me, that statement makes Henry all the more attractive. He seriously rotates his underwear so they get even wear. I do that myself, but I figured it was a middle-class thing. Surely not a billionaire rancher thing. Henry could easily afford to buy a new pair of underwear every day.
He kicks off his shoes and then removes his pants, the blue shorts, and his socks.
And damn.
He’s even more magnificent than I imagined.
Forty-Two
Henry
I can’t stop looking at her.
She’s flushed pink all over, her breasts swollen, her inner thighs shining. My dick is rock hard, and though I’m dying to plunge inside her and fuck her, I hold myself in check.
This is what she deserves.
I’ve been selfish. So damned self-absorbed. For months now, I’ve been focusing on nothing but my own needs, especially the last two days, where Tabitha is concerned.
But I have one last chance to show her I’m more than just a guy who slakes his own desires.
God, her luscious nipples. They’re pink and erect, the areolas scrunched up tightly. Her belly is flat with the perfect amount of curve, and her shaved pussy is making me insane.
How easy it would be to yank her legs apart and thrust inside.
Fuck…
I give my dick a couple hard pulls.
Now it’s time to kiss her whole body. I slide my fingers over one leg to the bottom of her foot.
She giggles.
“Ticklish?” I ask.
“A little.”
I gently begin to massage her foot. I may not have been to massage therapist school or whatever, but I’ll show her I can relax her just as well as that wedding date of hers.
I dig my thumbs into the arch of her foot.
“Oh…” she groans.
“Feel good?”
“You have no idea.”
I resist the urge to ask if I’m better than her date. I’ve never considered myself in competition with other men. The problem is that Stephen was probably the best-looking man at the wedding. And the wedding was full of good-looking Steel dudes. That really pisses me off.
But I’m not so bad myself, and Tabitha doesn’t strike me as the kind of woman who cares about looks over everything else.
I hope not, anyway.
Hell, she’s here with me. She could have gone home with him. Who the hell would turn her down? No one in his right mind.
I kiss the top of her big toe while I continue the massage.
A soft moan rumbles from her throat, and she closes her eyes.
I’m tempted to tell her to open them, to watch everything I do to her. But I don’t want to demand anything. All I’ve done so far is make demands of her.
Tonight will be different. Tonight is about her pleasure. And if she wants to open her eyes, she will.
I spend several more minutes massaging her feet until she’s relaxed but not overly relaxed. I don’t want her to fall asleep on me.
Once I’m done rubbing them, I kiss the tops of both her feet and then her ankles, working my way up her calves to her knees, her thighs.
I move past her gorgeous pussy and kiss her soft belly.
Her flesh is like silk under my lips and tongue. I lick. I kiss. I nip. I nibble. Touching as I go, caressing her curvy belly and then her beautiful breasts.
Those hard nipples beckon. Each breast fits perfectly in my palm, and then…finally… I take one nipple between my lips.
Tabitha sucks in a breath and arches her back.
“You like that, amber?”
“God, yes. Suck my nipples. Please.”
I will. I’ll do everything she wants. But I’ll do it slowly. I suck lightly on one nipple and gently run my fingers over the other.
“More,” she sighs.
I suck harder, but only slightly. Then I release the nipple and kiss it—one, two, three times. I flick my tongue over and around it and then kiss her areola, the top of her breast, all while still very lightly caressing the other nipple.
She arches her back again. Raises her hips. Yes, I know what she wants. I want it too, more than she could possibly imagine.