Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 83800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
"I want that every day for the rest of my life," she whispers, her cheek pressed to my pectoral.
"Might get weird in the hospital after you have my babies," I say, knowing I didn't fuck up by not filtering my words when I feel her lips curl up into a smile against my skin.
I wrap my arms around her, holding her tight, wondering if I'll ever have the strength to let her go long enough to even grab something to eat or water before we starve or get dehydrated.
Chapter 39
Morgan
Sweat coats my skin, and my breaths are more than a little uneven.
The throb between my legs is a warning that we should probably take a break.
My need to feel him in me and all over my body argues with the reasoning.
"That was-" he pants, his arm reaching up to cover his eyes, puffs of air escaping his mouth as if he had just run a marathon.
"Fantastic," I say as I fall back onto the mattress.
What started slow and sweet before the sun even came up has grown wilder and wilder as the day has progressed.
He's just as insatiable as I feel, and not once has he pumped the brakes when I reach for him.
I know that we're both about to run out of steam, but my God, it has been one hell of a ride getting there.
"I'm gonna die. I'll go happy, but I'm gonna die," he pants. "The way you moved your hips. Fuck, woman. Trying to kill me."
I chuckle, pride and a sense of ownership running through my veins.
It's not reasonable to hate every woman who has ever touched him before I got my hands on him, but that doesn't make the feeling fade at all.
I open my mouth to tell him as much, but it opens the door to my history, one which includes his brother, and that would dampen the mood way too much. I know it's a topic of conversation we'll have to have eventually, but I'm not going to ruin the day by bringing it up now. If we could both forget the man even existed, I'd be the happiest woman on earth.
"We're going to need food if we keep this up," he says, wrapping his arm around my back when I turn and curl into his side.
"I could eat," I say but make no move to pull away from him.
"We need to shower," he says, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
We stay in bed holding each other for another ten minutes, and I'm drifting off to sleep when he shifts.
I mumble my disinterest in getting out of bed, but my stomach argues louder, grumbling with the need to be filled.
"Let's go," Robert says, playfully swatting my ass.
I roll onto my stomach, lifting my back end in the air.
"Tempting," he says. "Very tempting. I could just eat you up."
I squeal and scramble away when he leans forward and bites my ass cheek.
"That's not the type of eating I'm interested in," I say with an easy smile as I stand and rub the area he bit.
Our shower is not as quick as we anticipated because we take our time cleaning each other, hands and mouths roaming over wet skin.
My cheeks are flushed by the time I step out of the shower, my legs barely managing to hold me up as I towel off.
"You're an evil man," I whisper, his Cheshire cat grin wide with a hint of deviousness.
"I told you I'll owe you one, and I always keep my promises," he says, roughly drying his own skin as he continues to grin at me, his eyes wandering over my exposed skin.
I drop my towel and walk out of the bathroom with a little more sway in my hips than I normally would have if I were alone.
I feel his eyes follow me, but then I stop dead in my tracks in the middle of his room.
"What's wrong?" he asks after leaving the bathroom to join me.
"I don't have a single item of clothing here," I mutter.
"Then you wear mine until we can get all of your things from your house," he says as if it's the simplest plan in the world.
"All my things?"
"Do you really think I'm going to let you out of my sight after feeling your lips wrapped around my cock?"
"My mouth is why you want me here?" I ask, feeling thrilled that he wants me in his space, and knowing that with the way that I feel about him, there has to be more to him wanting me here as well.
He shakes his head, slowly walking toward me. His hand finds my cheek, and I don't hesitate to lean into his touch.
"I don't think it's moving too fast to tell you that I plan to spend the rest of my life with you," he whispers. "I don't see a point in postponing the beginning of that."