Total pages in book: 254
Estimated words: 240032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1200(@200wpm)___ 960(@250wpm)___ 800(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 240032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1200(@200wpm)___ 960(@250wpm)___ 800(@300wpm)
I groaned again. “That’s why I use my words, because I’m used to not being able to tell what people want unless they actually say it out loud, dang it. All you had to do was say, ‘Nina, yes, let’s wait three months.’ Boom. Done.”
“Nina, yes, let’s wait for your three months to be up,” the man holding me repeated.
I growled in my throat, in frustration, and he chuckled.
Henri’s palms clutched my hips. “I know you’re not going to complain about how long it took me to come see you today to my face, but I needed to work some things out first, after I got the kids squared away.” He paused. “Are you going to ask me what things?”
Teasing Henri was going to be the end of me. I blinked. “What things?”
“I had to talk to the elders about how we’re going to be doing things differently from now on. My mate isn’t going to come second to me, and neither is my family. I’m not going to spend the rest of my life doing things that can be delegated.”
That wasn’t the answer I’d been expecting. Something lit up in my chest, and I whispered, “What did they say?”
“Most of them weren’t happy.” That didn’t seem to bother him. “But Franklin was supportive.” He smirked. “Very supportive.”
“Then what happened?”
“Three hours and a few threats later, we came to an agreement. I’m turning my phone off at eight, and we’re getting a cell exclusively for ranch use. We’re all taking turns with it, someone has it for a day, and they pass it on to the next person the following morning,” he explained.
“That’s a good plan.”
He lowered his chin. “We’ll implement more changes as we go along, if we need to.” If he needed to, he meant, and I blinked.
Tipping my head back, I gripped his shirt in my hands and took in his features—his wide brow bones, his broad cheekbones, all those striking features that made him so handsome.
And here he was telling me I was his.
I clenched his shirt tighter in my fingers. “I want to tell you yes, you know that, don’t you? But I really need to talk to Duncan first, and I think… I think you should sleep on it—what?”
“Talk to Duncan” was the only thing he agreed with. He squeezed my hip, his words low and hoarse. “Can I kiss you now?”
I nodded faster than I’d ever nodded before, knowing dang well our conversation wasn’t over, but….
I had a one-track mind sometimes, especially when that track was shaped like an epic statue in a museum and had the only other face I’d ever thought I’d want to look at every day for the rest of my life.
Henri must have known I didn’t have any plans on letting some things go and decided he was going to distract the hell out of me in that case, because he didn’t waste a second taking my mouth. Warm, soft lips closed over my own. I shivered again, opening my mouth just a little at the same time he did, his tongue meeting mine halfway like they were long lost lovers reuniting after decades instead of minutes.
He tasted just as good as he smelled and felt, that was for freaking sure.
Henri Blackrock kissed me harder, his tongue going a little deeper, and mine didn’t want to be left behind. I reached up, my hands going for those wide shoulders, and I leaned into his frame. The kiss deepened, his tongue stroking against mine without an ounce of hesitation, his hands finding my ribs and waist over my shirt.
He pulled back, exhaling deeply, his gaze burning mine.
“A little more?” I asked him, already breathing harder than normal.
Those light eyes blazed. “You don’t need to ask,” he murmured. “Kiss me any time you want.”
When he put it like that…
I did what I had to, and that was literally press every inch of my front against his, plastering myself to him. I even wrapped my lower leg around his, and Henri didn’t let me down. Those capable hands slid down my sides, grabbing my butt and lifting me. I swung my legs around his hips, locking my ankles behind his back.
Henri wasn’t messing around either.
We started moving.
One step after another led us up to my trailer, and I heard him messing with the latch, opening it before carrying me inside, his mouth never leaving mine, his tongue spearing against my own, kissing me like he was marking the inside of it, claiming it for himself.
The hands on my butt flexed as he groaned and lifted me up higher on him, my groin dragging over his.
My eyes went wide as I clutched him for dear life. Henri was packing as much as I would have imagined, if I ever had. The girth in his pants was unmistakable.