Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 52975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Mara smiles weakly. “Thanks. Whose idea was it to drink whiskey?”
She sips on water until we pull up in front of her apartment building ten minutes later.
“You need help getting in?” I ask her.
Dex jumps out of the car first. “Nah, I’ve got her. This ain’t our first rodeo.”
Mara doesn’t get out of the car. It’s more of a flow. She just bursts out of it, landing on her hands and knees and immediately puking on the sidewalk.
“I’m fine!” She puts a palm out. “Carry on. Thanks for a great night.”
“You’re such a professional,” Suki calls out. “Love you! Go crawl in bed.”
Dex gets her on her feet and they head for the front door of her building, her head slumped on his shoulder as he supports her weight with an arm around her back.
“You might be getting lucky tonight, Mr. Stanton,” Suki tells Carter.
“I’m lucky every day I’m married to you.”
“Aw, babe, you’re making me reconsider swallowing.”
Lainey is shaking with silent laughter next to me. I shake my head.
It’s a relief to finally drop them off a few minutes later.
“Think they’ll make it inside before they start going at it?” I ask Lainey.
“I’m like fifty-fifty on that.”
She’s so damn beautiful. Her eyes are the shade of emeralds and her smile is enough to turn a shitty day into a great one. I just look at her for a few seconds, knowing I want to see her face every day, whether she’s laughing or crying. Furious or overjoyed.
“Tonight was perfect,” she whispers. “Other than...you know, the gas station bathroom stop.”
I cup her cheek. “It was perfect. I don’t want a woman with a cast iron stomach. I want you.”
She puts a hand on my knee. “I want you, too. I don’t think I ever stopped wanting you.”
“It’s not happening tonight.”
Her expression falls. “I think I could—”
“Nope. We’re getting our pajamas on and watching TV in bed.”
She bites her lower lip, and I wonder what she’s thinking about. Waking up together? That’s what I’m thinking about.
“There was a study that found people’s eye blinking patterns synchronize with scene changes when they watch TV in bed. Isn’t that crazy?”
A grin spreads across my face. “I love you, Lainey. You’re not like anyone else. There’s only one perfect Delaney Morris in this world, and I’m so in love with you. I’m sorry it took me so long to chase after you the way you deserve.”
A bright-pink flush covers her cheeks. “What if the sex is disappointing?”
I laugh heartily at that. “It won’t be. I’m fully expecting you to stop me in the middle to tell me about a recent study done on sex hormones.”
She laughs. “I could wait until after, unless I was bored out of my mind.”
I slide an arm around her back and the other behind her knees, pulling her onto my lap. “You won’t be.”
She rests her forehead against mine, her lips an inch from my mouth as she speaks softly.
“I like that you’re sweet and attentive. I love it. You made me feel special tonight. But when we’re in bed, I want your primal side.”
I was hard from the moment I put her on my lap, but now my balls tighten to an ache. She just ruined my plans to make love to her gently, and I’m fucking beside myself with excitement.
“You sure about that?” I squeeze her ass and she lets out a little moan. “You might get more than you bargained for.”
Her exhale brushes across my lips, warm and sensual. “I’ve been reading dirty romance novels since I was fourteen. I don’t want it soft and sweet. I want to be used by you. I want you to...” Her voice trails off and every muscle in my body tightens as I wait for her to continue.
“What? Tell me what you want, Lane. Please.”
“I want you to tell me I’m a good girl while you’re coming on me,” she whispers. “Make me be dirty for you and then tell me how much you like it.”
I groan and kiss her jawline, then her neck, murmuring against her skin. “You want to be my dirty girl?”
“Yes.”
“No one else ever gets to see that side of you. That’s only for me.”
She gasps softly. “Yes. I’ve never told anyone else what I want.”
I hold her close, my heart hammering against my rib cage. “I want to know all of it. And I want to give you anything you want from me. Of me. I never want you to look at another man and wish for anything.”
She sinks her nails into my shoulder as I kiss her neck. “Will I be the only woman you wish for, though?”
“You already are,” I say softly in her ear. “You know me in ways no one else does. You love me for who I am, even though I’m not as brilliant and funny as you are.”