Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 145231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
“Not here,” I plead. “We’re already risking so much in the open, why press our luck?”
For a second, I think he’ll push me back against the railing and take me anyway.
But in one smooth movement, he relents, throwing me over his shoulder.
I wrap my legs around him, and each step, each strike of friction, sends more pleasure shooting through me. At this rate, I might come again before he’s in me.
“Be glad you married a jealous man. Only reason I didn’t take you back here was the thought of anyone else feasting their eyes on my wife on our honeymoon.”
“The least I deserve on my wedding night, right?”
“No argument.” His lips curl against my skin as he nips my flesh.
Finally, we reach our cabin and the large double bed that’s waiting.
Rose petals cover the sheets in a messy heart shape that’s swiftly broken by Patton tumbling me down across them.
I’m about to complain when he lowers his body over mine and kisses me again.
This is so familiar, but so deliciously new.
I fight his pants off, and he hurries to help, tossing aside the belt, shoving down his bottoms until he’s free, angry and pulsing and pressed against my entrance.
“Can you take it, good girl? Can you take all of your husband’s cock tonight?” he asks sweetly.
And it hits me. He asked a slightly different question the night we met.
I was younger and drunk, but I’d been so sure I could.
Now, I’m unshakeable.
“Fill me,” I whisper, and he smiles.
His blue eyes never leave mine as he slides inside me, one slow inch at a time.
Filling me.
His eyes are electric as he looks down, admiring what he sees, our bodies joined in the most intimate way, just like our new lives.
“I love you so much it’s obscene,” he says, moving his hips.
I dig my nails into his shoulders and meet his thrusts.
As his speed picks up and our breathing quickens, I sink deeper into the zone.
But before I’m gone, I push gently against him, urging him on.
Soon, we’re twisted around so he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, and I’m perched on his lap.
The first time we did this, I had no idea what I was doing.
I let him take me and I loved every second.
But now, I have a lot more experience, and tonight I want to ride Patton Rory to the explosive end.
I stroke his thick hair back and push down on him.
His groan leaves my soul in flames.
“Love you more,” I whisper, bracing my hands on his shoulders. His hands find my hips, guiding me as his eyes meet mine with so much passion. “Do you feel how much I love you?”
“Shit, Salem.” He kisses me again, biting my bottom lip.
He’s so close to losing control, I smile, working my hips to leave him on the edge of insanity just a little bit longer.
I grind against him as he groans, his thrusts becoming truly punishing now.
Close.
So, so close.
“Come with me,” he mutters, one hand pinching my breast as his strokes come faster, harder. “You’re so beautiful. Shit.”
I’m close, too, another climax beckoning. Less like the edge of a cliff and more like a shaft of light. I just need to feel his warmth. I need—
“Salem,” he says. A warning.
I shred the last of my self-control, writhing on him as my pussy clenches him so tight.
My head snaps back and I chase my pleasure, demanding his, too.
His fingers dig into my hips as he tips his head back, eyes wide with delight, and we’re gone.
The fire finally consumes us.
We finish together with his big hand pressed to the small of my back, holding me against him, our gazes clashing, fusing together.
It’s the eye contact that makes this so perfect.
By far one of our most sexy, intimate moments ever.
And my heart sings when I realize it’s only the first of many.
Later, we flop down and roll in the rose petals, basking in the afterglow.
“What’s on my wife’s brain?” he asks.
“I was thinking about boat businesses again. Maybe I don’t need to go to the Ozarks after all to chase a dream… What do you think the market’s like for rental cruises? This is the only ship in town I could find for a wedding.”
“The market? Hmm, that’s tough.” He frowns, holding me tighter. “I think it’s whatever you decide to make it. If you’re serious about this, I’m already behind you. We’ll figure it out.”