Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 37793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
He turned his head, panting as I unwrapped his legs and lifted one, then the other up to my shoulders, curling forward, shifting my angle, loving the pleading as he came apart under me.
“This,” he rasped as he tried to arch up against me, to meet my thrusts. “For the rest of my life.”
“Never getting rid of me,” I swore, pounding inside him. “You’re done.”
“Yes,” he croaked, his voice going out on him as he went rigid beneath me, muscles clenched, the pressure so good as he came on my abdomen. “All yours.”
I was a heartbeat behind him, the orgasm rushing through me, and I didn’t stop, couldn’t, mindless of everything but that most primal urge to claim what was mine.
It took a bit for my world to refocus, to tilt back and make sense again. When it did, I could only stare at the gorgeous man panting beneath me.
“What?”
I shook my head.
“What’s with the look?”
But I couldn’t say.
He took several deep breaths, then reached up and put his hands on my face. “Tell me.”
“I… I really love you.”
Filthy chuckle then. “Just now figured that out, did you?”
I glared at him.
In response came his warm laughter. There was no doubt, he was crazy about me. “You’re an ass,” I muttered as I gently slipped his legs from my shoulders, then slowly eased from the viselike grip of his channel.
“No, no, don’t move. I don’t want you to move.”
Falling over on my back, I glanced at him and found his gaze locked on me. “Why’re you looking at me like that?”
“Tell me again you love me.”
“You have to wait now until the wedding,” I grumbled, looking up at the vaulted ceiling. It was a weird room. Still pretty, though, even without windows. All that was in it was a bed and a sink and a toilet.
“Hey,” he said, rolling to his side and putting his hand on my cheek. “Say it again. I didn’t mean to tease you.”
I just wanted him to look at me, like he was now, for the rest of my life. I would do anything, give anything, to make that happen. “I love you.”
“Yes, darling, I know.”
I growled at him. “You’re pushing it, Butler.”
His smile was huge. “I want to be Butler-Hunt if that’s okay.”
My brain had to process the new, and utterly amazing, revelation.
“Didn’t see that coming, did you?”
“I…no.” Never in a million years did I think—especially with him being a doctor—that he’d want to add my name to his. What a gift that was.
“And would that be—”
“I would love that,” I confirmed, my voice catching. “Yes. Please. Do that.”
His hand slipped around the side of my neck as he lifted to kiss me. I met him halfway, wrapping him up, and I would have rolled him over, but he smiled against my mouth.
“Why’re you—”
“There’s cum all over your stomach,” he said, chuckling. “We need to clean you up.”
“Me,” I said, gesturing at him. “You look like you were ravaged. Your hair and your… I mean, you’re not exactly fluid-free yourself.”
Apparently that was hysterical, because he lost it.
I got up to see if there was anything under the sink, because there was only one towel hanging from the bar, and it was a small one for hands. Thankfully, there was a small stack of washcloths.
“We probably need to carry these back to our room, right?”
That was funny too, because he laughed more.
“Are you all right?”
He sighed deeply. “You look ridiculous. Your shirt and jacket are still on, but nothing else.”
I patted the breast pocket of my jacket as I started to button my shirt. “I can’t take this off. Your ring is in here. I refuse to lose track of your ring.”
He nodded and lifted his right hand so I could see the simple band on his ring finger.
“What is that?”
“Your wedding ring.”
“No, I’m wearing my wedding ring,” I argued, lifting my left hand so he could see the beast he’d gotten me last Christmas with all the diamonds and the platinum.
“No,” he apprised me, his smile warm, heating his eyes. “I’m doing it far more traditionally. What you’re wearing is your engagement ring. This is your wedding ring, and today, when we say our vows, we’ll take off the big one, slide this smaller one on your finger, and then put the sparkly one back on.”
“Why?”
“They’re made to go together, so they’ll be flush.”
“Didn’t answer my question.”
“When you’re deployed, you’ll wear the plain one. When you get home, you’ll wear both.”
“I don’t need two.”
“Yes, you do. You can’t wear the diamonds into the field. I know that. But I spoke to Ian, and he said that a plain platinum band would be all right.”
“Oh, did he?”
“Yes. And he would know, would he not?”
Of course he would.
“George?”
“Yes.”
“So that’s why.”
I studied him.
“What?”
“You really want people to know I’m married.”