Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 87721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
“It’s going to lead to my breakfast.” His fingers release my aching breasts, traveling down until his thick fingers are slipping past the loose band of my lounge pants.
“Deacon, we should eat.” I haven’t popped our little love bubble, but it’s coming.
“It would be easier to listen to your words if your pussy wasn’t spasming around my fingers.”
“I can’t help it.” I moan again, swiveling my ass in an attempt to tease him just as much as he’s teasing me.
“So needy.” His words are a growl in my ears, but then his harsh pants fade into the distance as my body obeys the commands his fingers are demanding. “Give it to me.”
If it weren’t for his arm banded around my waist, the orgasm would make me crumple to the ground.
“Fuck, how did I keep my hands off of you for so damn long?”
I hiss, oversensitized, when he pinches my swollen clit before pulling his hand free.
I clear my throat to cover a laugh when I try to stand up straight and my knees don’t want to work.
“You okay there?” The laughter in his tone makes me reach back to smack at his chest, but the sight of him sucking his fingers clean when I turn around leaves me breathless once again.
This man is a walking orgasm. How did I get so lucky to call him mine?
“My turn,” I whisper, pressing my mouth to his, but he stops me before I can drop to my knees. I’ve yet to get him off with my mouth, and I can’t wait to see how delirious he gets when his pleasure is the only thing he has to worry about. “What?”
“Let’s eat.”
My brow furrows. “You want to eat right now?”
“I’m hungry.” There’s a teasing twinkle in his eyes as he takes a step back.
“So that’s how you’re going to play it?”
He presses his lips to mine once again, but steps back even further when I try to deepen the kiss.
“You’re cute when you pout.” His fingers run down my cheek, and the warmth makes me feel like I’ve finally made it home.
When did I get so corny? I’d say about the time he walked up and kissed me without a word last night.
He purposefully sits on the opposite side of the table from me after we plate our meal, but his eyes never leave my face. I can’t even begin to explain how important his eyes on me are. I want his focus. I want to be able to see in his eyes what I mean to him, and from the way he’s watching me right now speaks of the truths his mouth whispered last night.
“Okay,” he mutters, letting his fork drop to his empty plate. “I want to spend the next week in bed with you. Eat up.”
I look down at my plate, realizing I’ve spent the last ten minutes watching him rather than eating.
“Can’t,” I tell him before stuffing a forkful of eggs into my mouth.
“Like hell you can’t. It’s happening. I’ll tie you up if I have to.”
I bite the corner of my lip, loving the threat.
“It would be a shame to not touch you while you’re inside of me, but I guess you don’t like it when my fingernails dig into your skin.”
His eyes heat, promises swirling in the blue. “Hurry and I won’t have to do it. I love that you express your pleasure with a little bit of pain.”
I begin to eat faster, gaining a quick laugh from him.
“I’ve spent the last month sitting outside of your apartment.”
My fork clatters to my plate. “What?”
He nods his head, eyes darting to the side as embarrassment pinks his cheeks. “Yeah. Every day since you started working for your dad. I waited across the street just so I could see you for ten seconds every day.”
I have to cough to clear the emotions clogging my throat. “I’ve been so lonely.”
“I know, baby.” He stands from the table, coming around to my side and I don’t waste a second wrapping my arms around his shoulders as he lifts me from my seat like I don’t weigh more than a feather.
Man, I love how strong this guy is, but more importantly, I love that he isn’t afraid to show his own emotions now that he’s accepted his feelings about me.
“I don’t ever want you to feel that way again.” His tongue traces the column of my neck as he walks us back to the bedroom. “And you won’t be lonely when you move to the ranch with me.”
I smile, because once again he isn’t giving me an option. Even while he’s making promises of forever, he’s telling me what to do. I honestly love it.
He tosses me on the bed, and a laugh nearly bubbles out, but it stops before it can gain traction because a second later, he’s covering my body with his.