Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
He takes me to heaven with his mouth, never once looking away from me. I try like hell to hold his gaze, but when he wraps his lips around my clit, my back arches off the floor, my eyes closing. I come with a sharp cry, shattering to pieces.
I come back to myself with him inside me, cradling me against his chest. His lips are at my ear, his voice soft as he rumbles praise in my ear.
"Good girl," he breathes, rocking into me slow and deep. "You're such a fucking good girl when you come for me, Harlow. God, I could eat you for hours, just to watch you unravel for me."
"Wade," I whimper, locking my arms around his neck. I press my face against his throat, burning up for him. "I love you."
He trembles on top of me, the same way he always does when I say those words, as if he feels them on a molecular level. "I love you too, beautiful. Always."
His lips find mine, and I taste myself on him. I sob into his mouth, loving the way our tastes mingle. Loving the way he's so gentle and wild at the same time, whispering praise one minute and then pounding into me the next. He goes hard and deep, then so slow I feel like he's going to splinter me.
When we fall, we do it together, tangled up and drowning in bliss. I don't feel the floor beneath me. All I feel is him, everywhere.
"Iwant you to move in with me," he murmurs a little while later, cuddling me on the couch. My head is on his chest, his hands running through the strands. "Doesn't have to be today or tomorrow, but I want you with me."
"You want me on the ranch?"
"Yes."
"Okay," I agree.
His hand stills in my hair before he tilts my head back to meet my gaze. "Yeah? You're willing to move in with me?"
"Well, I mean, I just agreed to marry you, so yeah, Wade, I'm willing to move in with you." Truthfully, I probably would have agreed to move in with him days ago, if only because the man doesn't get nearly enough sleep. He's too busy trying to be where I am, worried that Danny or some other cowboy is going to bother me. At least on the ranch, he'd be able to relax a little bit.
He hauls me up his body until I'm straddling his lap. "When?"
"I guess after my last shift at the bar?" I loop my arms around his neck. "You'll be too busy stalking me until then to help me pack. And I refuse to pack alone."
"About that…"
"Packing? It sucks."
"Stalking you," he says, his lips twitching. He thinks it's funny when I call it that, but honestly, that's basically what it is. I just happen to like being stalked by him. "I won't be around as much once you start at the gallery."
"I'll be fine, Wade. Danny probably hasn't ever set foot in an art gallery. I highly doubt he'll make an exception just to piss you off," I murmur, resting my head against his shoulder.
"He can't. He's in jail."
I immediately lift my head, blinking at him. "What?"
"He's in jail," Wade repeats. "Dillon stopped by the ranch today to let me know they arrested him this morning on a bunch of felony theft charges."
"Really?"
Wade nods.
"Is that why you asked me to marry you?"
"Yes. No." He grimaces. "I've been carrying your ring around just like I said, beautiful. I wasn't lying about that. And I've been dying to put it on your finger, but…" He hesitates. "You've struggled enough in life. I didn't want to add to it, so I thought it was best to wait until we knew whether or not I'd be going to jail or losing my job. I couldn't ask when I wasn't sure I could promise to take care of you the way you deserve."
"Wade," I whisper.
"You've done enough, Harlow," he murmurs. "You took care of your mom. You've been taking care of yourself. It's my turn to take over now. And I needed to make sure I could do it right." His thumb brushes my bottom lip. "I won't be something in your life that makes it harder. I intend to be the man who makes it easier. Always, baby."
"You already make it easier," I whisper. "You don't have to provide for me or any of that. Just being with you makes me so fucking happy. That's all I need, Wade. Just you."
He groans softly, dipping his head to brush his lips across mine. "You have me, Harlow. You have me so fucking deeply."
"You have me too," I breathe against his lips. "Forever, Wade."
He groans again, lifting me just high enough to press his cock to my opening. "Show me," he growls, gently lowering me down on him.