Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 125213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
“You flew to L.A., and I was with Ian,” I finished for him, remembering our conversation the night we’d finally admitted our feelings. “God, I wish I’d have known. Ian was such a loser. The guy only wanted to talk about his music or how saintly he was for all his charity work — that I’m pretty sure he only did to hear people tell him how amazing he was.”
“I was going to tell you everything,” he said. “I had this whole speech…”
“Oh?” I snuggled into him as we wound closer to the lake. “I’d love to hear it.”
“Don’t get greedy. You’ve had enough of me groveling at your feet, haven’t you?”
“Never enough.”
He smirked. “My question is why didn’t you ever say anything?”
“After you rejected me?! Yeah, wasn’t exactly in the mood to get told you saw me more like a little sister.”
“I never saw you as a sister,” he said darkly.
“Well, I know that now. But… I saw you with all these gorgeous models and women who lived out loud, and I… I just assumed I wasn’t your type.”
“And I assumed I wasn’t yours.”
“Remember how we said fuck our thoughts? Well, I’m pretty pissed at our assumptions, too.”
Aleks chuckled, warming my arm with his hand as he pulled me to a stop at the side of the house. We’d walked the path and circled back, but I guessed he wasn’t ready to go inside just yet.
“I don’t regret much in my life, but I do regret not telling you how I felt sooner. Then again… this whole pretending to date thing has been pretty fun.”
I threaded my arms around his shoulders, and his hands found my waist and pulled me flush against him. “If you could have read my mind when you kissed me on that beach…”
“You were wet, weren’t you? Dirty girl.”
I shoved at him playfully, rolling my eyes, but he held me tighter.
“Maybe I should write Garrett Orange a thank-you card. If it weren’t for him being a little twat, this might have never happened. We might have never happened.”
“You’re right,” I said, pressing up on my toes to kiss him. “We should send him flowers.”
A kiss.
“And chocolates.”
Another kiss.
“Gift cards.”
A deeper kiss now, each of us moaning.
“Maybe an edible arrangement.”
“I’ve heard you can send a bag of dicks to people. Gummy dicks,” I clarified, grin growing wicked against my husband’s lips. “Seems more his style than an edible arrangement.”
“Hmm… I can think of an edible arrangement I’d very much like to sample right now,” Aleks said, hands sliding down to grip my backside and pull me against him.
I laughed. “That was not your best.”
“What can I say? You render me stupid,” he said. But then, the teasing was gone, his kisses deeper, more urgent, the snow falling harder as if it sensed the shift in energy, too. “Here, let me make it up to you.”
His lips claimed mine, the snow swirling around us as the world disappeared. We were on the dark side of the house, the one with very little windows, no viewing access for our guests inside. And I didn’t mind the bite of the cold as Aleks pressed me into the old, worn brick. I didn’t feel cold at all when he bunched the fabric of my dress, pulling it up, up, up, until he had access to my lace panties beneath.
He groaned when he felt me through the lace, fingers skating a teasing dance from my clit to my entrance and back again. I hiked my leg around his hip, begging for more, and he answered with a finger slipped beneath the fabric and pressed deep inside me.
“Mine,” he said, voice low and gravelly in my ear as he curled that finger. “All fucking mine.”
I bucked against his hand in answer, fingers deftly shoving his coat out of the way so I could work on his belt, his pants. When I had them unzipped, I shoved them down just past his ass, and Aleks didn’t seem to mind the cold either as he pulled me into his arms and ripped at the dainty lace fabric of my panties until they shredded.
“Aleks,” I said on a laugh of disbelief.
He didn’t apologize, just shoved the ruined panties into his coat pocket and put his hands on me again. He held my ass as he lifted me, my legs wrapping around him, and then I was pressed into the wall, spread open, and claimed.
Aleks took one hand off me only long enough to line himself up, and then he flexed in, slowly, inch by inch, our foreheads together and breaths puffing out in hot white steam between us. It was still so quiet, the snow snuffing out every noise. All I heard was his low groans and pants as he worked himself inside me, my heart thumping loud in my ears.