Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 121460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
He led me past the small orchestra and upstairs.
“Brodan!” I hissed, tugging on his hand.
“It’s not forbidden, Roe,” he teased over his shoulder. “In fact, this is the way to my suite.”
“Is that where we’re going?”
“Nope.”
“Brodan—”
“It’s a surprise.”
I tried to take in the many changes to the castle, disbelieving we were hurrying down the plush carpeted corridors of parts of the castle that had lain dark, dank, and empty when we were kids. The underskirts of my dress rustled as I rushed to keep up with him, my feet aching in the strappy sandals.
“Bro—” I cut off as he halted at the entrance to …
The castle turret.
No way.
My gaze flew to his. “What have you been up to?”
“Wait and see.” He opened the door and held out a hand, pulling me in. The spiral staircase was still tight, but it was no longer dimly lit, cold, and damp, and the stone floors had been laid with carpet runner. My breathing echoed in my ears as Brodan pulled me upward and out into the turret space that had once been our place.
The place where the barriers of friendship first fell between us as he’d brought me to climax with his fingers.
Memories flooded me even as I took in the renovation. The turret had been transformed into a small library snug. Built-in bookshelves filled to the brim with books, a cozy armchair, and carpet beneath my feet. It was warm too, so Lachlan must have installed some kind of heating system and insulation. And on a side table by the armchair was what I imagined were the requirements Wakefield mentioned.
Two glasses of champagne, a champagne bottle in a bucket of ice, a vase with a few red amaryllis flowers, and a small cake covered in shiny chocolate ganache and gold leaf decoration. It looked straight out of a French patisserie. Two forks sat beside it. Soft music played from a phone nestled by the bucket.
“What have you been up to?” I asked quietly, a smile prodding my lips.
I felt Brodan’s heat at my back and then shivered as he kissed my bare shoulder, whisper-soft kisses that tightened my nipples behind my strapless bra. Then he tugged on the zipper of my dress, the sound resonating around the room as he slowly lowered it, the fabric loosening around my breasts and waist.
“I wanted to bring you here,” he said, his voice gruff, “to finish what I started all those years ago. To make you mine like I should have that day.”
It was like a dream as I turned in his arms and let the dress drop to the floor. I stepped out of it as I unbuttoned his waistcoat. We’d explored every inch of each other’s bodies, and yet the hunger for more persisted. To experience the bliss of Brodan inside me repeatedly.
I removed the strapless bra that matched my underwear, also courtesy of Brodan, but he murmured thickly for me to keep on my underwear as he stripped to his naked ass. Then he lowered me to the plush rug, stretching me out beneath him, and stared into my eyes as he braced his hands above my head.
A million emotions roiled in his striking pale gaze.
“What is it?” I asked.
He shook his head a little. “Just needed to remind myself this is real.”
Loud voices counting down from ten rent the air outside before I could say anything, and I smiled as Brodan murmured the countdown along with them.
Cheers filled the air with cries welcoming in the new year.
“Happy New Year, Brodan.”
“Happy New Year, my love.” He kissed me soft, sweet. But I could feel him hard and hot between my legs.
I caressed his naked, strong back and whispered in anticipation, “You really need to remove my underwear if we want to take this any further.”
“I intend to,” he promised, trailing kisses over my breast. “But first, a little reminder …” His hand coasted down my stomach and my muscles contracted with desire as his fingers slid beneath the fabric of the high-cut lingerie. Then his fingers were on that nub of nerves, rolling and pressing, pleasure zinging down my spine. I arched my hips into his touch. He looked up and watched me with savage determination on his face as I climbed toward climax. “That’s it, Sunset. Find it.”
As soon as I did, he swallowed my moans in his mouth. His fierce, yearning kiss that swept me up. I felt him brace himself over me again, pouring himself into me until we were both panting. When his mouth left mine, it was so he could kiss me all over. His tender kisses trailed a path down my neck, my chest, my breasts, to my stomach where he took his time over every freckle he seemed so fascinated by.
By the time he reached the waistband of my underwear, I was needy with want all over again. Our eyes met as his fingers curled into the fabric, and I lifted my hips to help him remove them. There was something about this act that turned Brodan on, and I reminded myself to always leave on my knickers so he could take them off. The thought made me smile, and curiosity gleamed in his eyes at the sight.