Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 106298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
I lean against him, listening to his heartbeat and hoping he didn’t see me lose it over the enormity of being his, a Greene by all intents and purposes, and married to him. It’s so much all at once to take in.
Baylor rubs my back and whispers into my hair, “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“You didn’t,” I say, keeping my cheek against his chest. “It’s been an amazing day, perfect in every way possible. Thank you.” I know that probably won’t placate him. He’s starting to know me too well for that, but how do I protect myself? I love him—solid, real, and in all senses—but I don’t want my heart to get broken. Which is where this is destined to lead. We didn’t get married for love, but we’ve landed in the middle of it. “This feels real, Baylor.”
I’m starting to hate how much I love the feel of his hand on my shoulder and the way his touch shoots through my entire body. I have no control when it comes to him. He holds all the cards and the winning hand when it comes to me. Closing my eyes, I try to pacify my concerns.
He leans in and kisses the curve of my neck, whispering against my skin, “It’s whatever we want it to be.”
I tilt my neck, opening for him. “I don’t want this to end, but that’s not why we agreed to get married.”
His mouth stills, and then he looks back at me. “Nothing must be defined tonight. We can have one night.”
He’s not wrong. One night of living the fantasy won’t do any harm. It’s tonight, and then we’re back to our normal lives. Heart intact. “One night.”
Remember that, Lauralee, I silently warn myself.
And then I remember we have the Hamptons tomorrow. Okay, so it’s a few nights, but I deserve this. I deserve this man and the way he looks at me like he’s starving and I’m the main course.
We’ve been pure chemistry and sexual attraction since the night of the storm. It’s so easy to fall back on the familiarity of our physical connection, to distract from other matters and beating organs that demand to be heard when my heart is on the line. I kiss him.
He lifts me off my feet with our mouths still attached. Maybe the physical is where he finds comfort as well because he starts down the hall to his bedroom. When he sets me down, we stand face-to-face as husband and wife. The sounds of the city become a distant memory. All I hear is our breathing as time slows for us to catch up.
I almost hate to take this dress off. It’s so pretty and makes me feel even more so, but I turn around, dropping my head, and ask, “Will you unzip me?”
His hand drags down my spine until he reaches the fabric. I close my eyes when his lips press to my back, followed by the sound of the zipper reaching my ears. My ribs fully expand again, and I take a deep breath as the fabric falls open.
He says, “Bend over the bed, baby.”
I thought we’d make love, looking into each other’s eyes, so I’m disappointed by the request. Moving to the mattress, I lean down and rest the weight of my body on my forearms.
Baylor stands behind me, dipping to remove one shoe and then the other before sliding his hands under the skirt of my dress and up the side of my thighs. He asks, “What did you wear for me on our wedding night?” His tone has an edge to it, more jagged with each word spoken. He flips my skirt over my back, and the cool air breezes over my exposed ass. “Beautiful.”
The thong doesn’t have much fabric to it, but I knew he’d approve when he saw it. Just a strip of white lace that he slides his finger under, angling them through my lower lips. He doesn’t need to tease or taunt. I’m already wet for him.
Keeping my eyes closed, I rest my head on the bed. The anticipation twists in my belly as the feel of hands on me and the sound of him moving closer already has me so worked up that I could come. He bites my ass, not enough to hurt or break skin but to let me know he’s here. “Do you know how incredible you look like this, Lauralee?” He leans over my back and trails kisses between my shoulder blades and up, before reaching the shell of my ear and licking the curve of it. His fingers dip into my entrance. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, baby. But first, I’m going to make you come.”
“God yes,” I beg on an exhaled breath.
He toys with my clit and slips back to my entrance. “How does that feel?”