Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 84000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
I shake my head. It’s not too much. It’s exactly enough and I can’t imagine ever wanting it to end. All at once, images of my life back in New York flash into my brain, and it feels empty, like they’re black and white, because he’s not in them too. We got married on a whim. There was something between us and we were in Vegas and we could worry about the consequences tomorrow. At this moment, though, the only thing I’m worried about is that he’ll want a divorce. I don’t want my black-and-white life back in New York. I want a life in full color.
Sweat gathers at Worth’s hairline. It’s good to know he’s not a machine. I press my fingers down his back and he rears up, like I’ve just turned him on so much he can’t stand it. His back is tight and hard, just like every other part of him. He seems bigger out of his clothes. Taller and more muscular than I’d expected.
He pushes into me and a moan escapes my throat. My climax was lying at the foot of the Red Rock Canyon sixty seconds ago, but Worth has managed to bring it to life again. I shift underneath him and he hisses out a curse.
I bite back a smile. It’s good to know that this man hulking over me, who seems to be the god of sex, isn’t completely immune to my moves.
I squeeze his cock as he pulls out of me and he fixes me with a stare.
“Are you trying to make me come?”
“I’m trying to make you feel a small fraction of what you make me feel.”
“I couldn’t feel anything more than I do at this moment. You would just have to bite down on that lip again and it would push me over the edge.”
I can’t help myself. The idea that I could have power over this oh-so-powerful man is too tempting. I lick my lips and bite down.
He groans and thrusts up, up, up before collapsing on top of me.
I don’t even catch my breath before he’s moving. Cool air hits my body, goose bumps smattering my skin. I yearn for him back. In only seconds, I miss how he keeps me covered, keeps me warm, keeps me safe.
I hear the sound of something hitting the trash and then the tear of a condom wrapper.
Again?
His thighs hit mine and he lifts me and throws me back onto the mattress. He crawls over me, his eyes greedy.
“I’m hard again,” he growls. “What are you doing to me?”
He lifts my knee and looks between my thighs, like he’s inspecting me. And I’m his to inspect. It feels like he peeled off every layer of me until he got to the core. Like he sees everything, all of it, even parts of me I didn’t know existed.
He knows me.
His eyes lock on mine as he pushes into me, and I feel a mixture of relief and rapture and total goddamn bliss.
“Feel that?” he asks. His jugular pulses in his neck and his jaw tightens.
I smooth my finger over his lips and sigh. “I feel everything.” I’ve never done drugs, but I imagine this is what it feels like—everything brighter, more, better.
“It’s fucking perfection.”
I’m mesmerized by the rhythm of his hips pushing into me, over and over, the muscles in his arms flexing as he holds me in place. He’s big in every sense, but so gentle. So kind. So incredibly sexy.
He grinds deeper and it catches my breath. “Worth,” I gasp. “It’s so deep. So deep.”
He pushes in again and heaves out a breath like he can’t quite believe what he’s feeling.
Sliding his hand up my body, his gaze flits between his fingers and my eyes. Every touch ratchets up my bliss and I feel like I’ll pass out if he doesn’t stop. He anchors his hand on my waist and shoves up inside me. His sharp, fast movements shift things and I lose control.
I’m vaguely aware of the noises I’m making, but I can’t stop. I can’t worry about who can hear. I can’t do anything but feel.
He leans over me, his stubbled cheek against mine, and whispers in my ear, “I want to do this forever.”
My orgasm starts to vibrate around his dick and pushes outward, down, deep in my belly, and across and over my entire body.
He groans in my ear and tenses on top of me, his orgasm hitting a second after mine.
I wrap my arms and legs around him, wanting to pull him closer, wanting to float up and into him. Wanting to stay just like this for as long as I can.
TEN
Sophia
Jules looks absolutely gorgeous sitting in her robe, sipping a glass of champagne while a makeup artist perfects her bridal look.
“Considering how hard we’ve partied the last couple of nights, we all look fantastic,” Efa says, putting her earrings in. They’re small diamond studs. Bennett is just as rich as all the rest of them, but it’s nice that she’s chosen such modest jewelry.