Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
"I…" My mind spins. "You're serious."
"Yep."
I stare at him for a moment, truly at a loss for words. I never even considered that tonight was the first time for him, too. I guess I just assumed that he's had plenty of chances, so he had to have taken at least a few of them. But Zayne isn't like anyone I've ever known before. He's just Zayne.
I didn't stand a chance of not falling for him.
"Were you saving for marriage?" I ask.
He makes a face at me. "No, smartass. I was saving myself for you."
"Zayne," I whisper, my expression going soft as my heart flutters.
"I've spent my entire fucking life preparing for you, lamb. I just didn't know it until the day you wobbled into my office." He grins at me. "Now, you're here, and it all makes sense."
"What does?"
"Everything." He rolls me underneath him, nuzzling my throat. "This right here is what I've been waiting for my whole life."
I swallow hard. "I'm done keeping you waiting."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," I whisper. "I'm so done."
"Good," he grunts, hooking my leg over his hip. "Because I've got a whole lotta time to make up for now that I've got you where I want you."
"You mean naked in my bed with my grandma and aunt right down the hall?"
"Pretty much," he breathes.
My laugh fades to a moan as he gets busy making up for lost time. For a recent virgin, he's awful good at it.
"What is that sound?" I grumble, trying to bury myself under the blankets as if that'll make it quit. But whatever it is, it's not that easily deterred. Even with the blankets over my head, it continues blaring as if trying to warn me that a catastrophe is imminent.
Warn me?
I fly upright on a gasp, flinging the covers back. It is trying to warn me that a catastrophe is imminent. It's the security system I had installed after Gran and Bets ran off to Tunica.
I don't bother getting dressed or explaining the situation to Zayne. I simply grab my robe from the back of the door, shove my arms through it, and dash out into the hall, hoping I make it in time to stop whatever they're plotting this time.
I skid around the corner into the living room just in time to see the front door close. Except Gran and Bets aren't on the other side of it. They're standing in the center of the room, removing their coats as if they just got home.
Zayne isn't in the bed where I left him…or thought I left him, anyway. He's coming through the door, chuckling at something. He crosses to the security system, punching in the code.
Silence rings throughout the house, infinitely louder than the alarm.
"What is this?" I blurt, trying to figure out if I'm even awake or not. Gran and Bets haven't escaped, and the man of my dreams is still here, looking even better than he did on top of me a few short hours ago.
My cheeks heat at the reminder that he was on top of me a few short hours ago. Neither of us slept very much. We spent the night alternately making love and talking. It was, hands down, the best night of my life.
I'm done running, and I'm over fighting to resist him. I'm all in, no matter where it leads. I choose him. How could I not when he's everything I ever dreamed about?
"Shit," he growls, his eyes coming to me. His expression goes soft, those gray eyes eating me alive. "We woke you."
"Good morning, dear!" Gran says cheerfully.
"I was beginning to wonder if you were getting up today," Bets says.
"What's going on?"
"We went shopping." Zayne hefts the shopping bags I somehow missed. He's loaded down with them.
"You went shopping?" I ask, trying to process again.
"Mmhmm. Gran needed supplies." He strides across the room, brushing his lips across mine as if we're completely alone. Heat unfurls in my stomach, rippling outward in a slow flood.
Jeez. How is it possible that I want him again already? Every muscle in my body is deliciously sore from last night.
"For what?"
"Your wedding dress, dear. It's not going to sew itself."
"I'm making your cake," Bets adds.
Dress? Cake? I gape, convinced I'm still in bed dreaming.
Gran sees the look on my face and grins, one of those bawdy, mischievous grins that guarantee I'm going to regret whatever comes out of her mouth.
I'm not wrong.
"You can't be making all that racket you were making last night if you aren't married to the boy, dear. It's unseemly."
I blanche as Zayne barely contains a laugh.
"Gran!"
"I'm just saying. It may be a new millennium, but times haven't changed that much," she says. "Marriage before babies, Emma. Marriage before babies."
Zayne isn't even trying to hide his laughter now.
"I'm going back to bed," I say weakly.
"No can do." Zayne snags me around the waist before I can make an escape. "Unless you intend to drag everyone down to the courthouse, you've got a weddin' to plan."