Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
By the time he lifts me into the swing, adjusting the straps so my shoulders are lifted high enough for me to watch as he fits us together, there’s nothing but him. He’s my focus, my center, the rock I know I can depend on today and every day, for the rest of our lives.
He grips my hips, letting the momentum of the swing send me gliding forward, until he’s buried deep, filling me the way only he can.
And wow, the swing is fun, but it’s the connection between us that makes our love life so explosive. It’s knowing I can trust him with every part of me and he can do the same.
Later, after we’ve showered, packed, and made sure all our bags are by the door, ready to go for the early flight, we snuggle with Freya on the couch, watching trashy reality television about hot people trying not to have sex with each other in order to win money. Just a few minutes in, Wes and I decide we would definitely be kicked off the island the first week.
“I can’t keep my hands off you,” he says, proving it as he curls his fingers around the thigh I’ve stretched across his lap. “No amount of money is worth a week away from this pussy.”
I grin. “Agreed. And I’m pretty sure treasure hunting is more lucrative than reality television. At least so far. I’m excited for our next adventure, Preston.”
“Me, too, Lady Gray,” he says, his hand creeping up my thigh. “Especially now that we’ve had our rabies shots. Bats don’t scare me anymore.”
Humming beneath my breath, I murmur, “They still scare me. A little bit. But I’ll wear my hair in a braid, give them fewer places to get trapped when they fly for freedom.” The words make me wonder… “Speaking of freedom…” I trail my fingers up his muscled forearm. “Are you worried about that at all? Are you sure you’re ready to be a one-woman man?”
He smiles, a relaxed grin that leaves no doubt he means it when he says, “I’ve never been more certain of anything. As long as the woman is you.”
Freya chuffs and stretches across our laps, wiggling as if to say, Less cheesy love talk; more petting the ferret, please.
So, we do, spoiling our little girl with affection to make up for leaving her with her auntie Binx for the next three nights.
And then, bright and early the next morning, we load our things into Wes’s car and embark on our biggest adventure yet.
The one that’s going to last the rest of our lives…