Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 106298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
“I want . . . Ah—” He buries his digits deep inside me, causing my body to react by moving against him.
“What do you want? Tell me.”
“I want to come, and then I want you to come inside me.”
His breath covers my ear, and when I peek my eyes open, a smile crosses his face. “I want that, too.” He picks up his pace, fucking me with his fingers and teasing my clit until my body submits, crashing down onto the bed and falling apart for him.
I try to catch my breath as he slides my panties down my legs and starts to undress. When he’s naked, I push myself up, standing before him, and let my dress slide down my arms and puddle on the floor.
My breath is still uneven, but I know one thing. This time, I want to see him. I move to the side of the bed and then climb to the middle to position myself and fully embrace whatever he wants to give.
The bed dips but stops before climbing on, looking me over once and then again. His swallow is harsh, his Adam’s apple bobbing as if I’ve left him breathless. When he finally covers me, I butterfly my legs, welcoming him into my fold.
Pushing into me, he doesn’t stop until he’s seated deeply within. Our eyes stare into each other’s, our breathing mingling, and our body bonded. But it’s the emotional connection I have with him that intensifies. Not because we’ve had sex but because I love him, and he loves me. That changes everything.
I’ll greet the heartbreak with open arms if I can just hold on to this feeling a little while longer. A deal with the devil is struck, and he leans down to kiss me. A groan of pleasure rumbles from his chest to exchange through our breath as he moves, slow at first but then faster and harder.
I hold him, turning my head to rest above his shoulder, which taps my chin every time he pushes in again. We become a blur of bodies and breath, moans, and whispered adorations from his lips to my ear. It’s all so much all at once—the heart, the mind, the beats, the breaths, and coil springing free when he hits just the right spot again and again.
My mind goes blank, my body moving on instinct. And when I call out his name as I tip over the edge into my own release, he follows. Gritting his teeth, he pumps into me erratically, my name a swear on his lips. “Lauralee. Fuck.”
We still as much as our breathing allows. My mind is calm, and my body is at peace. I wrap my arms around him as much as I can and lift my head to place a kiss on his neck. “Guess what?” I whisper.
He lifts like it’s a struggle, but I can see the start of the smile that wants to reveal itself. “What?”
I can’t hide mine, though. “We tied the knot.”
With a nod, he kisses me. “It’s official.” He rolls from on top of me to the side, dropping his arm wide in invitation. I slide and snuggle against him. “You’re all mine, Shortcake.”
I’ve always been fiercely independent. I had to be from a young age. But those four words make me feel like I’m a part of the family. I’m his. And he’s all mine.
CHAPTER 27
Lauralee
“Are we almost there?” I ask, whining to playfully taunt him.
Baylor shoots me a look, his eyes dancing before a laugh bursts out. “I stopped and got you beef jerky, strawberry candies, and a large blue raspberry ICEE that’s stained your lips.” I flip down the visor in the car he rented to see if my lips really are stained blue. I playfully punch him in the arm because they aren’t, but my tongue sure is. “We’ve stopped twice for bathroom breaks, and you polished off a six-piece chicken nugget meal. What can I do to make this drive less painful for you?”
“Ice cream sounds good.”
His head bounces forward on his neck. “I don’t know where you put it.”
I pop my shoulders. “I’ve been burning calories like nobody’s business because of you.” I grin, twisting my lips to one side. Last night was exhilarating and exhausting in the best of ways. My muscles ached from the deliciousness of him taking me twice and then returning the favor once more for good luck. That’s a thing, right? Sex for good luck.
“Fair point. We did make the most of our wedding night.” His eyes return to the road, and he says, “Next stop I see that has ice cream, you got it, baby.”
I hold up the convenience store bag stored at my feet. “For the record, I’ve only snacked on the candies. I haven’t even opened the jerky yet. I got it just in case.”