Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 141676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 708(@200wpm)___ 567(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 708(@200wpm)___ 567(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)
The ring isn’t even on my finger right now.
I took it off to cook, but I wish I hadn’t, if only to have something physical grounding me as he sends me soaring.
“Woman, I know you won’t believe me if I just come out and say it,” he continues like he can read my mind, “so instead of trying to tell you, I’m going to show you. Right here in front of the world.”
“Dexter—”
Before I can say another word, he kisses me again.
And I want to fight it, to deny his sweetness, to resist these lips that can’t possibly be this serious about me.
But his rough, thick hands cup my face and his body feels too good and God, this man is a magician. One glance and I’m losing myself.
Liam never had a crumb of his magic.
Liam never sent my soul to the sunsets and the stars like Dexter does with one kiss.
He damn sure never listened or made me feel heard the way this gorgeous man just did.
He never made me feel valued.
Calling me beautiful, that might be a stretch, but it doesn’t take away from the moment.
“People might see,” I whisper against his mouth. “What happens if they look up?”
“Hope they do. They’ll see the luckiest asshole in Kansas City,” he mutters, sliding a hand up my top. And God, I really hadn’t appreciated just what a calloused hand can do. Every scrape of his skin against mine tingles.
Today doesn’t have the frenzied air last night did.
The desire that unfurls in my veins is different now, stoked by the gentle yet insistent way he explores my skin as he kisses me.
His cock rubs against me through his pants, but it’s not in charge like the other times.
This is what lust feels like when it’s charged with raw emotion and trust implicit in every movement.
When he growls and pulls my top off over my head, I let him.
When he strips off my jeans and panties, I don’t fight, gasping and flushing at the feel of the warm evening licking every part of me.
I’ve never done anything like this before, yet somehow, I love the fact that it took this man to drag it out of me.
“Do you know I’ve had this on my mind all damn day?” he asks, unhooking my bra with one hand and freeing my breasts. His gaze is as reverent as his hands. “Perfect, so fucking perfect. Don’t ever let anybody tell you different, Junie. Hell, don’t let anyone else ever see you naked.”
That’s it.
The jealous thunder in his voice melts what’s left of my doubt.
I let my head fall back as his tongue finds one nipple and then the next, sucking until they’re soft and pulsing.
“Perfect,” he growls again, sliding a hand down the flare of my hips and thighs. “Do you have any damn clue how much you’re in my head?”
My stomach curls with anticipation and familiar holy hellfire.
“How much?” I whisper.
“Enough to want to take you in every corner of my house from the minute I brought you home.” That hand on my leg draws lazy circles as he approaches my center.
I know what he’ll find when he gets there, and I keep my gaze on him.
I want to see his face when he feels how wet I am.
I want to hear him groan with delight, imagining his cock sinking into me before his fingers leave me even wetter and aching like mad.
“That’s it? Only when you had to bring me here?” I tease, knowing the truth.
I still want to hear it from his mouth.
“Fuck no. When we were in my office, I could only see you on my desk, ass up and getting fucked senseless.” He shoves my legs farther apart. “In your grandmother’s garden, when we first kissed, it’s a miracle it didn’t turn into a porno. Shit, in your store—I was so close to marching you into the back room, throwing you on the counter, and eating your sweet pussy for hours.”
Oh God. Oh God.
I’m trembling with need, every filthy vision he describes mirrored in my head.
It’s ludicrous what he does to me, but my world has contracted to Dex, and nothing else.
His clever fingers.
His voice, intent on ruining me.
His cock, hard and ready to go to work, throbbing when I reach down to squeeze him through his pants.
In his office. In the garden. On the counter.
Hell, on the floor. I won’t ever think twice.
“And when you showed up at the art show, wearing that dress I bought you,” he whispers raggedly against my mouth before biting my bottom lip. “Do you know how fucking hard I was, Sweet Stuff? I could have driven nails with this dick.”
Another kiss.
Another boiling groan.
Another braising nip of teeth.
I’m so flipping gone I might never come back.
His fingers are so close to my clit now, and I buck my hips, inviting them in.