Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 115308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
As he pressed down on the bundle of nerves at my apex, my legs trembled, my stomach tightened, and my feet pressed into the mattress as the tension became too much.
Baird circled my clit harder and just like that, I shattered in his arms, breaking his kiss to gasp and moan as I shuddered beneath him.
“I love you, Maia,” Baird groaned against my throat before kissing down my body again, muttering over and over like he couldn’t stop saying it. He tormented my nipples with his mouth until they were red and throbbing and I was pleading for him to make me come.
In answer, he pushed my thighs open and took my swollen clit into his mouth.
“Uh!” I cried out, my back bowing at the pleasure-pain that burned through my nerves as he suckled me.
I tried to reach for him as he held my gaze and devoured me, licking and kissing my pussy. Thrusting his tongue into me until I was a writhing puddle of need, begging him to come back inside me.
His lips and tongue tormented my clit, pushing me over the edge again. This time I was glad for no neighbors on this side of the wall as my cry of release echoed off it. I was still shivering from the intensity of my climax when Baird climbed my body to brace himself over me. I felt the hot nudge of him and then he thrust inside.
My thighs fell open, my hands smoothing over his hot, damp back as he pumped into me in slow, hard drives.
“I love you,” he grunted out, his eyes dark with hot possessiveness. “I love you so much. You’re everything, My. Everything.”
“You too!” I gasped, planting my feet to move my hips against his drives.
Baird’s features hardened, his teeth gritted with need as he sat back on his knees. He gripped my thighs so my bottom and feet were lifted off the bed and pounded back into me.
“Oh my god!” I curled my fingers into the sheets, unable to do anything but take what he needed to give.
“You love me, Maia?” he demanded on a powerful pump of his hips that pushed my back up the bed.
“Yes!”
“You’re mine?”
“Yes!”
“Fuck aye!” His hips undulated quickly as he thrust in and out, so deep and hard and bruising and needy. “I’m yours, My. Every fuckin’ inch of me, baby. I’m yours!”
My scream was hoarse with emotion as everything in me seemed to release into him. The clench of my inner muscles was so intense, I felt them throb around Baird like a tight fist. He made a guttural sound of pleasure before his hips froze and he erupted inside me. I felt something else I’d never felt before. I felt him empty into me.
His awed, breathless expletives filled the bedroom as he jerked and trembled. His chest heaved as he continued to twitch inside me, pulses of his prolonged climax.
We looked at each other, flushed and sweaty, our minds blown by the ferocity of our orgasms. Baird’s gaze lowered between us as he gently pulled out. I felt the wet rush of his cum and Baird growled, “Fuck me, why is that so hot?”
I let out a satisfied giggle, branded by the heated look in his eyes and the feel of him dripping from me.
“Mine,” I whispered without even thinking.
Baird’s expression softened to tenderness, his words gruff as he replied, “Aye, you better fuckin’ believe it. Yours for life, Maia MacLeod soon-to-be McMillan.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
BAIRD
If Maia consumed most of my thoughts before she admitted she loved me, the woman was now my full-blown obsession. We were only three weeks out from the wedding, and I was the happiest I’d ever been in my life.
She loved me back.
I’d convinced myself I’d be happy with Maia’s love, even if she never quite loved me as much as I loved her, but I would have been wrong. Because knowing Maia was as crazy about me as I was about her was the most euphoric fucking feeling in the world, and I couldn’t have settled for less in the end. If I’d done anything right in this life, it was being loved by Maia. What bloke wouldn’t feel like a champion if Maia MacLeod fell in love with him?
We had more photoshoots to do for Pennington’s and then it would be the wedding. I was itching to marry Maia. To be able to call her my wife. Fuck, it made me hard just thinking about it. Since I thought about it regularly, we seemed to spend most of our free time having sex. Since my fiancée felt safe with me, she also felt safe to experiment, and I was having a lot of fun trying out different positions with her.
It was Sunday morning. Maia had no work, I had no training, and there was no Pennington’s video shoot to do. We’d gone out with our friends last night, but our evening abruptly ended when the paps showed up to follow us from dinner to the nightclub. I was looking forward to that bullshit being over with. We’d gotten in a taxi and asked it to drive around to shake them off before we returned to my flat where our friends were waiting for us. It was a chill night, and Maia ended up falling asleep before Callan and Beth had even left.