Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
“Ridge–” her mouth rounds with shock, hands trembling as her eyes dart from the paper to mine, “how could you possible afford it?”
“My grandma left a lot of money in a trust for me and my brothers–she’s the reason the Devil’s Peak Lodge exists–my grandparents have owned a piece of this mountain for over a hundred years and my brother’s and my only goal has been to expand the property holdings for the family. When I told them about the proposed wind farm and my idea to buy the piece of land outright–they were in agreement. There will never be a wind farm on Devil’s Peak–not now, not after we’re dead, never. And the best part?” I point to the signature line at the bottom. “You’re the sole trustee.”
“Oh my God, Ridge.” Tears spring to her eyes. “You’re–you keep shocking me with your love and generosity.”
“Just trying to show you how much I love you, sweetheart.” I press a kiss to her lips. “And I like to keep you on your toes.”
I trail my fingers down her back, finding the small row of buttons on her dress. One by one, I undo them, my eyes never leaving hers. The room feels electric, every movement charged with the weight of what we’ve promised each other today.
When the last button is undone, her dress slips from her shoulders, pooling at her feet. She’s standing there in nothing but lace and moonlight, and the sight steals the air from my lungs.
“You’re beautiful,” I say, the words rough but honest.
Her smile softens, and she steps closer, her hands finding my shirt. “Your turn.”
She makes quick work of the buttons, her fingers brushing against my skin and sending sparks racing through me. When the shirt falls away, her hands trail over my chest, her touch light but deliberate.
“Ridge,” she whispers, her voice a mix of teasing and awe. “You’re staring.”
“Damn right I am,” I say, my hands finding her waist. “Can’t help it.”
Her laughter is soft, but it fades as I lower my head, brushing my lips against her neck. Her hands tighten on my shoulders, her breath hitching as I trace a path down to her collarbone.
“Still want me to lead the way?” I murmur against her skin.
Her response is a whispered “yes,” her voice trembling with need.
I lift her into my arms, carrying her to our bed. The night stretches ahead of us, filled with everything we’ve been building toward. And as I lay her down, the stars outside our window feel like they’re shining just for us.
A groan escapes my lips as I taste her, savoring the way she responds to my every touch. She holds onto me tightly, legs wrapped around my shoulders, as we both lose ourselves in the moment. Her body moves in sync with mine, begging for more of what I can give her.
I pull back and look into her eyes–filled with desire and pleading for more.
"I want you so much," she whispers, breathless, as I switch from tongue to fingers. I can feel her pleasure building, and I continue to drive her wild with each new move.
But just when she's about to reach her release, I stop and she whimpers softly. She reaches down and takes hold of me eagerly, teasing me with her cold hands. "Don't do that," I gasp, wanting to prolong our experience together. "I want this to last, baby."
I guide myself inside her and we both moan at the feeling of being joined once again. Our movements are perfectly synced, taking each other to new heights of pleasure. And with each thrust, I feel her tighten around me, urging me to go deeper.
I want to stay in this moment forever, reveling in the sounds she makes and the way she feels under me. As my pace quickens, she moans in pleasure beneath me. I can feel her body tightening and I thrust harder, pushing us both towards climax. In that moment, nothing else matters but the warmth and connection between our bodies. As I reach my peak, I claim her mouth once again and we come together in a blissful release.
Afterwards, lying with her in my arms, it's as if time stands still. We’re transported to a place where only our stolen moments exist, away from the chaos of the world. She snuggles into my side and I run my hand lazily over her skin, savoring every moment.
"Damn," I breathe out, feeling content and grateful.
"Damn," she echoes, and we share a laugh.
I tilt her chin up and kiss her tenderly, cherishing every fragile moment with her. She turns onto her stomach and I plant soft kisses on her shoulder, feeling overwhelmed with emotions. “Not even God can come between me and my love for you.”
I watch as a smile spreads across her beautiful face, basking in the sincerity of my words.