Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
"Preparin' to beg you to marry me," he says, his lips twitching into my favorite grin.
My legs shake.
"Come here, Sunshine."
I stumble toward him, my heart in my throat.
Once I'm in front of him, he reaches for my hand, his gaze locking with mine. "Leticia Maria Alvarez, you're the prettiest little distraction I've ever met. You've been a problem for me since the moment I set eyes on you. I've thought about murder more since you came into my life than I've ever thought about it before because you've turned me into a possessive asshole," he rasps, his voice shaking.
"This is a terrible proposal."
"I'm getting to the good stuff."
"Carry on, then."
He smirks at me. "And I wouldn't change a minute of it. I love you. I love how sweet you are, and how you don't tolerate any bullshit. I love the way you laugh and the way you see the world. I love every damn inch of you, inside and out. And I intend to keep on lovin' you until God sees fit to take me out of this world. Would you do me the honor of agreein' to be my wife?"
"I'll think about it."
He growls, his eyes turning my favorite feral black. Before I can even make a sound, his hands are around my waist, and I'm off my feet.
"I'm kidding!" I cry as he hauls me down in front of him. "I'm kidding!"
"Too late." He grabs my hand, his expression stern as he slides his ring onto my finger. "I gave you a chance to say yes. Now, I'm doing it my way."
"What's your way?"
"You'll see," he growls, pressing his lips to mine in a wild kiss. His hands run across my body, pulling my clothes off in a whirlwind. Before I can even catch my breath, I'm naked, lying on a bed of rose petals with him on his knees above me.
"I think I like your way, Walker."
"Good," he grunts, hauling my legs up over his shoulders. "I prefer it, too."
"Of course you… Oh!" I cry, my hips arching as he lunges, burying his face in my pussy. He eats me the same way he always does…like he'll die if he isn't drowning in me right this second.
He's a wild man, licking, biting, and sucking until I'm breathless and sobbing beneath him.
"Say yes," he growls, pulling back when I'm right on the edge.
"Yes!" I cry. "Yes, yes, yes!"
He grunts, reaching for the fly of his jeans. I watch through wide eyes as he tugs the zipper down, releasing his hard cock, his eyes locked on my face. "Now, say it again while you're comin' all over your fiancé, Sunshine."
Oh…
He lifts me onto his lap, positions me…and then thrusts upward, impaling me in one hard thrust.
I lose my mind, clawing and biting him, moaning so loud I'm sure Abel probably hears me in the kitchen. I don't care. Walker's ring is on my finger, and he's inside me. My life is perfect right now.
"Walker!" I sob, rocking my hips as he drives into me again and again.
"Say it, Letty baby."
"Yes, I'll marry you."
He loses it, fucking me so deep I know I'll feel him tomorrow. His hands are everywhere. So is his mouth. He nips and bites, breathing filth and sweetness across my skin until I feel like I'm flying.
When I fall, he falls with me, holding me against his chest and whispering my name over and over, like it's the only thing he knows.
"You said yes," he pants in the aftermath, his face buried in my throat. "Christ, Sunshine. You said yes."
I run my fingers through his sweaty hair, smiling. "You thought I'd say no?"
"Wasn't willin' to risk it, baby." He pulls back, meeting my gaze. "I told you before, there are twenty other men on this ranch alone who can give you the same things I can. There's only one of you. A cowboy knows heaven when he finds it."
"You're wrong," I whisper, brushing my lips across his. "There are no other men on this ranch or anywhere else who can give me what you do, Walker. There's only you."
"Fuck." He holds me tighter, whispering a prayer that has tears stinging at my eyes. "I love you, Letty baby."
"I love you too." I arch a brow at him. "But we seriously need to discuss your timing, you know. I thought you were dead or dying."
"What? Why?"
"It's the middle of the day, and you sent Abel into the kitchen."
"Shit." He grimaces. "Didn't think about that. I just knew I wasn't going to make it through another day unless my ring was on your finger where it belongs."
I glance down at the ring, smiling softly. It's perfect, not too big or flashy, just perfectly beautiful…precisely like the man who chose it.
"Come on," he groans, tightening his grip on me before hauling himself to his feet.