Total pages in book: 241
Estimated words: 234779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1174(@200wpm)___ 939(@250wpm)___ 783(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 234779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1174(@200wpm)___ 939(@250wpm)___ 783(@300wpm)
The fabric feels great against my skin, but what feels better is the way Hunter’s face lights up at the sight of me. The slow smile on his beautiful lips, the affectionate gleam in his gorgeous eyes.
“Wow,” he says.
I can’t help grinning. “Yeah?”
“Oh yeah.” He sits forward and reaches for me.
As if it’s the most natural thing in the world, I step forward so he can grab my hips and pull me closer to his perch on the edge of the bed.
“Damn,” he says, shaking his head. His gaze travels the length of the gown, taking in my bare shoulders. One hand drops from my hips so he can run it down the soft fabric against my left leg, and when he does, he finds the sexy split that leaves my leg exposed all the way to the middle of my thigh.
“It’s not too high, is it?” I ask.
“No.” He slides his hand beneath the fabric and squeezes my thigh. He looks up at me, a gleam of mischief in his eyes. “This is going to make it very hard for me to behave myself while we’re at the gala. You realize that, right?”
Smiling down at him, I reach out and caress his jawline. “It’s good for you to experience hardship every now and again. It builds character.”
Hunter wraps his arms around my hips, dragging me close and lightly squeezing me. “I’ll show you ‘builds character.’”
“Don’t you dare pull me onto this bed, Hunter Maxwell,” I say, since I know that’s coming next. “If you wrinkle my dress, I’ll be so mad at you.”
Growling in faint annoyance at having to wait to play with me, he grabs my hips and spins me around. “I guess I’d better take it off you then, huh?”
I move my hair aside so he has better access to the zipper. “You like it, though? It’s good enough for the function? I’ve never shopped for anything like this, so I wasn’t sure.”
“It’s perfect,” he assures me. “You look like a princess.”
I beam and glance back at him. “That’s what I was going for. Mom, too. She was trying to convince me to buy a tiara because she’s a crazy person.”
Hunter smirks, his gaze on my back as he drags down the zipper and exposes more and more of my bare skin. “She’s gonna love your wedding look then,” he remarks.
My eyes widen slightly and I look back at him. “What?”
My dress is open now, so he lets it go. I let the fabric drop gently and step out of it, careful not to wrinkle it too much as I do.
Hunter leans back with his palms braced on the mattress. I feel his appreciative gaze rake over me now that I’m standing here in only my panties. “My family has a collection of jewels.”
I nod. Given what I know about his family, that’s not surprising.
But then he goes on, “There are a couple of diadems that brides typically wear on their wedding day.”
I freeze on my way to hang up the dress. “Diadems?”
“Crowns.”
“I know what a diadem is.” I blink. “Your family has crowns.”
Amusement tugs at his lips. “Yes. When we get married, you’ll wear one to keep with tradition. There are a couple you can choose from. I think I have pictures, actually,” he adds, shifting so he can pull his phone out of his pocket.
I’m not sure about this wedding business, or this crown business, but I am intrigued. “Italy pictures?”
Hunter nods. “Wanna see?”
I sure do. I hastily hang up my dress in his walk-in closet since it’ll be safer there than stashed in my much smaller one, then I hurry back out and climb into bed with him.
I’m excited to actually see pictures of his time in Italy. I saw the ones on his Instagram and Hunter has told me stories about his time there, but he hasn’t shown me his personal photos before.
Now he lies in his bed scrolling through his camera roll, one arm bent with his hand behind his head. I snuggle up close and rest my head on his bicep, so he moves his hand and wraps it around me instead to keep me close.
“What’s that?” I ask.
He stops scrolling. “What?”
I reach over and tap a picture. It’s a pretty brunette with big sunglasses lying on a pool float, sipping a beverage and making a face at him. The face she makes is the goofy kind you’d only make with someone you were super comfortable with.
My heart contracts, my stomach dropping. I knew Hunter had physical experiences with girls when he lived in Italy, but I never thought he’d forged any kind of close connection with any of them. Certainly not the affectionate familiarity I pick up on in this shot.
And he kept it.
Sure, it has probably been a while since he scrolled through these pictures, but the thought that he wanted to keep that memory of some other girl… it makes my heart ache.