Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 42306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
It gets me going every damn time.
Maybe I should amend that statement—there’s something about my woman walking around barefoot while wearing a pretty sundress that gets me every single time.
“You look good enough to eat,” I tell her.
A sly grin flashes across her face. “That was the idea.”
Before I can ask what she means, her fingers pluck the ties at her shoulders. A second later, the soft material floats down her body before puddling at her feet, leaving her completely bare.
When I continue to stare, she slowly backs up until her ass hits the counter. With her palms braced on the linoleum, she hoists herself on top of it. Her gaze stays locked on mine.
“Fuck,” I growl.
“I was hoping for that, too,” she says with a smirk.
I stalk toward her before setting the bottle on the counter. The beer, which I’d been so thirsty for a minute ago, is now completely forgotten.
I’m more interested in my fiancée. The one who lives with me. The one who crashed into my life—literally—and turned everything upside down and inside out. The very same one who I’ll marry after she finishes her master’s degree in education.
I cage her in with my arms, pushing her backward until my chest is pressed against her naked breasts and my lips can hover over hers. I’m so damn hungry for the taste of her. It’s always like this between us.
Hot.
Explosive.
Cataclysmic.
When Poppy is in the room, I’m blind to everyone else. It didn’t take long for her to become my entire world.
Without further prompting, she opens her mouth so our tongues can tangle. The whimper that escapes from her only heightens the need crashing around inside me. My cock throbs with painful awareness as one hand snakes between us to loosen my belt, flicking open the button and lowering the zipper in one swift motion. I grip the boxers, yanking them down until my erection can spring free. All I can think about is how good it’ll feel to sink inside the heat of her body.
One thrust of my hips and that’s exactly where I am. A groan rumbles up from within my chest as I bury myself balls deep in her softness.
Every time I do, I take a second—just one—to glory in the sensation. Being inside this girl feels very much like being home. It’s something that was lacking from my life for a long time.
But I found it again in her.
Poppy is my home.
No matter what happens in our lives, she’ll always be my home.
And that’s not something that will ever change.
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