Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 53717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
He nodded in approval. “Good, then you won’t mind that I pre-ordered dessert.”
As if summoned, the waiter walked in and set down a plate he explained was devil’s food cake with whipped ganache, which she was told was glaze and chocolate curls. Curly crunchy pieces of chocolate.
One taste and she was in heaven. It helped that the taste came from Jared’s spoon.
He scooped her another piece and she let him feed it to her again. “Mmm. God, that’s good.”
“Do not make orgasmic sounds when I can’t be part of them,” he said, his eyes darkening.
“You did not just say that in public.”
He let out a low, sexy chuckle. “We aren’t in public, and yes. I said it.”
They finished dessert and he rose to his feet, pulling out her chair as she stood. Again, no surprise to her, she didn’t see the bill and assumed he’d left his credit card when he made the reservation.
Back in the limousine, so stuffed she was bursting out of her pretty dress, she leaned back and turned her head toward him. “Since we’re back in the talking zone, does your family know I’m pregnant? Other than Noah and Fallon, I mean.” Somehow the limousine had become their intimate sharing space.
He clasped her hand, running his thumb over her wrist. “They all know and they’re happy for us.”
She glanced at her lap. “Did they judge me? For, you know… oops, she did it again?”
“You didn’t oops alone, and no one is judging you. Least of all my family.”
An unexpected tear fell from her eye and he wiped it with a finger before she could.
“Damn pregnancy hormones,” she muttered, embarrassed.
He slid a hand beneath her chin and raised her head so she looked directly at him. Then, his lips met hers.
What started gentle quickly turned hot and intense. His tongue rubbed against hers, his lips moving against her mouth. She grasped his jacket lapels and pulled him closer, the kiss spiraling out of control. Before she knew it, her legs were on either side of his hips and his hard cock rubbed against her sensitive sex.
She moaned, curling her fingers into the shoulders of his sport coat, wishing it were his skin, and was tempted to remove it. Before she could try, the car came to a stop.
“We’re at the hotel,” Jared said, his breath warm against her neck.
She drew a deep breath and nodded, climbing off his lap. “Sorry,” she muttered.
“I’m not.”
She waited for the driver to open the door and help her out. Jared joined her and escorted her to her room.
Once they were outside the door, she turned toward him. “Thank you for a wonderful night.”
He brushed her hair off her cheek. “Thank you for joining me.”
“Jared, do you want to come in?” She’d thought about nothing else since exiting the limousine, walking through the lobby, taking the elevator to her floor, and now staring into his green eyes.
He braced his palms against her cheeks and tipped his head down. “I was hoping you’d ask.”
She turned, key card already in hand, and let them into the room. Housekeeping had been in for turndown service. She could tell from how clean everything looked in the outer room. Without stopping, she walked into the bedroom and placed her bag on the dresser.
Tonight had been lovely, at times intense, but she’d opened up to Jared in ways she’d never done with anyone else. Just talking about her father was like slicing a vein and though she hadn’t told Jared much, she’d explained to him what mattered. Which meant she trusted him enough to sleep with him again.
Aware they were treading on thin ice with their relationship, given they were having a baby, she still couldn’t resist.
She pulled her hair back and looked over her shoulder to find him leaning against the wall, looking sexy in his jacket and the white shirt he’d already unbuttoned.
Her panties grew damp at the sight of him. “Unzip me?”
He shrugged off his jacket and his shirt followed, and she couldn’t tear her gaze from his sculpted chest lightly sprinkled with dark hair.
He stepped closer and unzipped her dress, his fingers trailing along her spine as he eased it down as far as it would go. His determined touch, his warm body heat so close, had her body vibrating with need, her nipples puckering against the flimsy lace bra she wore.
He slid the dress down her body, the garment pooling at her feet. Stepping out, she kicked it aside and pivoted to face him. His heated stare told her all she needed to know. Of course, if she’d looked down sooner, his rigid erection would have let her know the same thing.
He reached out and deftly unhooked her front-clasp bra and when she shook the undergarment down her arms, he cupped her breasts, palming them in his big hands. She glanced down and noticed the contrast between his tanned hand against her pale flesh. Before she could process the sight, he rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and she couldn’t think at all.