Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Ainsley shakes her head and giggles as I set her down. “Patience is a virtue,” she sing-songs softly.
I smirk and run the pad of one finger down her bare arm, making her shiver. “Not when it comes to you, baby.”
Ainsley glances up at the officiant and raises her brow. “What are you waiting for?” I smother a laugh and pull her close.
I don’t really listen to anything the guy says; I’m solely focused on the future standing right in front of me. I have enough sense to say my vows when asked, and then we reached the part about rings.
Ainsley shakes her head and says, “Oh we don’t—”
“You really think,” I interrupt her, “I’d let my wife walk around, even for one second, without proof that she’s taken on her finger?”
Her sparkling green eyes go wide, and her mouth drops open when she sees the four-carat diamond, flanked by two emeralds, on a plain, platinum band. I slip it, and another simple band on her finger, then hand her a matching one to put on mine.
“I’m gonna kiss my bride now,” I state before clasping Ainsley’s waist and plastering her body against mine as I slam my mouth down over hers.
Her left hand lands on my cheek, and I feel the cool metal of her ring on my skin. A rush of possession floods my body and the need to shout to the rooftops that she belongs to me is second only to my need to truly make her mine in every way.
Ainsley moans, and I feel a spike of anger at knowing someone else can hear her sound of passion. They are for me alone. It spurs me to separate from her just long enough to collect our certificate and rush her back to our hotel room.
We aren’t more than a few steps into our suite when my control has run its course. While my first instinct is to take her right here on the floor, I’m determined to make her first time, our first time, special. A second later, I’m cradling her in my arms again as I rapidly stalk to the master bedroom.
Slowly, I lower Ainsley to her feet, making sure that she slides against my body the whole way down. I brush her hair back over her shoulders and run my fingers through the thick strands before cupping her face. “You are so fucking beautiful.” I kiss her lips tenderly. “And all fucking mine.” This kiss isn’t as tender. It’s filled with lust as a tidal wave of passion crashes over me. I could so easily let go completely and just drown in her. But, a small sliver of rational thinking remains, enough to remind me that I need to go slow and be gentle, get her ready for me. She’s so small, I have a moment of worry that she won’t be able to fit my large girth. Except…Ainsley was made for me.
She moans softly and her hands fiddle with my tie, trying to unknot it. A little growl of frustration escapes when she isn’t able to loosen it, and it’s adorable and sexy as fuck at the same time.
Gently, I push her back and her legs hit the side of the bed, forcing her to sit down. While she watches me with hooded eyes, I strip to my boxers. Those emerald pools grow big when she sees the huge bulge of my cock pressing against the fabric.
Taking her hand, I pull her up and reverse our positions. “Show me what’s mine, little daredevil.”
Twin spots of pink appear on Ainsley’s face, but she takes a deep breath and steps back. Her hand trembles when it goes to the zipper on the side of her dress, but the heat in her eyes tells me it’s desire, not fear, that is making her shake. Once the top is loosened, she shrugs off the straps and the dress whispers to the floor, landing in a puddle around her feet.
I suck in a deep breath and bite my lip hard enough to draw blood in an effort to keep from coming. She looks like a fucking angel wrapped in white lace. Her deep red hair floats around her, and it stands out against the light lingerie and her pale skin. My hands itch to delve into it and hold tight while I take her from behind.
“Get on the bed and lay on your back in the center,” I rasp as I stand on somewhat unstable legs. She bends down towards her sparkly, silver shoes, but I stop her with a hand on her shoulder. “Leave them on, baby.”
Ainsley does as she’s told and for a minute, I simply stand and stare at her. I’m contemplating my next move, trying to decide whether to grab the condoms from my bag. Although I want to steamroll over any objections she might have to my desire to put my baby in her, I love her too much to do that without her consent. At least this time since it’s her first.