Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 12204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 61(@200wpm)___ 49(@250wpm)___ 41(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 61(@200wpm)___ 49(@250wpm)___ 41(@300wpm)
Now he’s the one that stares at me as if I’ve lost my mind.
Chapter Six
COLDEN
“Wife?” I’m sure I didn’t hear her correctly.
“Yeah, wife. What do you think, I’m stupid? I was there, Colden.” Her voice cracks when she says my name, and I take a step closer. “I was the one that made the dress for your wife on her wedding day. I saw you outside her bridal suite, don’t try and deny it.”
“Caroline, that was—”
“Don’t lie to me. Look, I don’t care how you found me, but I want you to leave. The baby and I can take care of ourselves.”
“Like hell you can—”
“I could never be with someone who would do that to a woman.” She keeps cutting me off, and I can’t get a word in edgewise. “I could never do that to another woman, no matter what I felt for you.”
“Caroline,” I bark, but she starts to interrupt me again and I’ve had enough of this nonsense. “Fine, we’ll do it my way.”
“What—” She squeals as I scoop her up in my arms and carry her through the small sitting room and down the hall to the back of the house. “Put me down, you big brute!”
“Brute? Who even uses that word.” I shake my head as I walk into her bedroom and ignore her slapping my chest. “Stop it or you’ll stress out the baby.” She goes instantly limp in my arms like she didn’t think about that before now. “Much better, now I want you to sit here and listen to me, all right?”
“I don’t want to hear anything you’ve got to say.” She sighs as I place her on the end of the bed and step back to take my shoes off. ‘What are you doing?” She eyes me skeptically as I toe off one and then the other.
“You listen better when we’re naked.” My hands go to my belt, and she holds her hands up.
“No! I won’t have sex with a married man, even if I’m carrying his baby.”
Bending down, I take her chin gently but firmly in my hand and look straight into her eyes. “I’m not married. I wasn’t engaged when I met you, and I didn’t get married after we met. I know you think you saw me, but right now I need you to shut that beautiful mouth of yours and take your fucking clothes off.”
“You didn’t?” She looks right back at me, and for the first time I see hesitation there. “But I looked out the peephole.”
“That wasn’t me, sweetheart. I’d never do that to a woman I cared about. Now take your clothes off.”
I drop my belt to the floor and then go for the buttons of my shirt. She hesitates for a second, then as if coming to a conclusion, she pulls at the oversized sweatshirt she’s got on and tosses it next to my things. She’s left in a thin bralette and shorts that are barely covering her ass. Fuck, she looks better than every memory I have of her.
My shirt joins hers, and then I kick off my pants next. When I’m in front of her in only boxer briefs, I slide my hand around her waist and move her to the middle of the bed so I can hover over her. My eyes never leave hers as I touch her waist and then slide my hand over her belly where I can feel her baby bump.
“The day I left that hotel room was my brother's wedding day.” Her eyes widen a little, and before she can speak, I place a finger over her lips. “My twin brother’s wedding day.” Realization dawns on her, and I feel her inhale as she understands her mistake. “Milly is his wife, the one you made the wedding dress for.”
“Oh my god.”
Bending down, I kiss the hollow of her neck as my hand on her belly rubs back and forth. “It was fate that brought us together that day.” My lips move lower until I kiss the lace of her bralette. “And yet somehow you thought I would leave you alone in my bed to go get married?” I shake my head as I pull her cup down and then lick over her tight nipple. “Like I could ever look at another woman after tasting this.”
My mouth moves to her other nipple, and she moans as her fingers dive into my hair. Her back arches and her legs spread as she finally gives in to the pleasure and that indescribable pull between us.
“Colden, I’m so sorry I ran. I didn't know.” When I suck one nipple into my mouth, she cries out.
“You are so stubborn,” I tease, kissing my way down to her belly. “Thank goodness I’m here to talk some sense into your mom,” I say to the bump that holds my baby. I place a kiss on it and then rub my nose across the soft skin.