Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 115435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
“I already have.”
“Good.” She steps back and smiles at Connor.
“Thanks,” he says, his voice soft.
“My pleasure. Truly. Now, you two kids, go have fun.”
I bark out a laugh. Martha is younger than me. “See you soon!”
Once outside, Connor passes my bag to Simon, who slips it into the SUV.
“We’re walking over to the hotel,” Connor informs the others.
Simon walks behind us while Miller drives the car to the hotel, and I breathe in the summer air around us.
“I can already feel fall trying to sneak in,” I say as I grin up at my man. “It won’t be too long now.”
“What’s your favorite season?” he asks me.
“Fall. I love a good pumpkin spice latte. And sweaters. And crisp leaves.” I squeeze his hand as he leads me into the hotel he owns, where I saw him all those weeks ago, the last time I was in town.
And we’re shown to a table in the restaurant.
“I know you own the place,” I say when we’re left with drinks and menus, “but have you tried the whipped feta cheese with honey and pistachios?”
“I can’t say that I have.”
I sigh and roll my eyes back in my head. “You have to. It’s so good.”
As we munch on the best food ever, sip wine and chat about our businesses and families, it hits me just how well we fit together. How comfortable I am with him, how he puts me at ease, and makes me feel alive and sexy and smart, all at the same time.
Connor Gallagher is my person.
The love of my life.
“You’re quiet, angel.” With the meal finished, he reaches over to take my hand. “Is everything all right?”
I huff out a short laugh. “I’d say that’s an understatement. I’ve been well and truly worshipped today.”
He lifts an eyebrow. “It’s not over yet.”
“Connor, I can’t do any more gifts. I’m telling you right now, I can’t handle it.”
“Trust me.” He stands and helps me to my feet, and guides me through to the hotel lobby, where he’s handed the key to a room. After a short elevator ride to the top floor, he unlocks a door, and we’re in a beautiful suite with a view of the ski mountain.
“Wow, this is pretty.”
“We’re not staying the night,” he says as he folds me into his arms. “But we’re going to have a nap date.”
I jerk back, staring up at him. “You remembered.”
His thumb glides over my bottom lip. “I remember everything, mo rúnsearc. I’m going to get you naked, and we’re going to climb into that bed and sleep, skin-on-skin, for a couple of hours.”
“Holy shit, I love you.”
His smile is a mile wide as he tucks my hair behind my ear and kisses me sweetly. “Other things might happen since nakedness will be involved.”
I lift an eyebrow. “Really? What sort of things?”
I know exactly what he’ll do. But flirting is fun.
Slowly, he leads me to the king-sized bed in the bedroom and squats before me, helping me out of my sandals. Then he grips the hem of my dress, and as he stands, he pulls it up my body and over my head. I’m left standing in a black thong and strapless bra.
“Christ,” he whispers, taking me in. “There’s nothing more beautiful than you, angel.”
With a soft smile, I help him out of his clothes, and once we’re both bare, we climb into the bed and he pulls me to him. We’re lying on our sides, facing each other. He has one arm under my head and the other wrapped around my back, and I lift my leg to hitch it up over his hip, hugging him closer.
“Thank you for today,” I whisper, loving the intimate quiet surrounding us. “For every single thing.”
“You’re welcome.” His fingertips dance up and down my spine in long, lazy strokes, sending goose bumps over my skin. I’m so turned on, lying here like this, our mouths mere inches apart, being held by this strong, incredible man.
“Before we sleep …” I reach between us and guide his hard cock to my opening, and he slowly, so slowly, pushes inside me. “Yes.”
“Is this what you need, a ghrá?”
“Always.” He nibbles at the corner of my mouth, making me clench around him. “You always feel so damn good, billionaire.”
“My angel,” he whispers, moving so deliciously slow, I can’t help but whimper. “My love.”
“Connor.”
“That’s right, mo chroi.” God, I love the Irish words. And his fingers move back and forth on my clit in the most delectable way, ensuring that I won’t last long. “Come on my cock. Take what you need from me, birthday girl.”
“Oh, Jesus.” My leg tightens, pulling him so damn close, and I can’t hold back the climax that works through me in delicious waves, tugging him with me.
“Love you, mo chroi,” he says, peppering me with kisses. He holds me so tightly, his hands soothing me.