Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
“No promises.” I hand her the rope, stepping behind her to guide her movements. My hands cover hers, the warmth of her body pressed against mine making it damn hard to focus.
“Hold it like this,” I say, my voice low as I adjust her grip. “And then swing it over your head.”
She tries, but the lasso flies wide, missing the stump by a mile. “Oops,” she says, her cheeks turning pink.
“Not bad for a first try,” I tease. “But maybe you need a little more help.”
Before she can protest, I wrap my arms around her, guiding her hands with mine. The tension between us thickens, her breath hitching as I lean closer.
“Now, try again,” I murmur, my lips brushing the shell of her ear.
This time, the lasso lands perfectly around the stump. Layla lets out a triumphant laugh, turning in my arms to face me. Her smile is bright, her eyes shining with excitement.
“Look at that,” I say, my voice rougher now. “You’re a natural.”
Her laughter fades as our gazes lock, the space between us shrinking. I don’t think—I just move, my lips capturing hers in a kiss that’s slow and deliberate. She doesn’t pull away, her fingers tangling in my shirt as she kisses me back.
When we finally break apart, she’s breathless, her cheeks flushed. “What was that for?” she whispers.
“Because I couldn’t wait any longer,” I admit, my voice low and honest. “Layla, I want to make it clear that I want you to stay. Not just for a while—forever.”
Her eyes widen, and I take her hands in mine, holding them tightly. “I’ll marry you tomorrow if that’s what you want. Or we can plan a big wedding, whatever makes you happy. But I need you to know—I want this. I want us.”
Tears well in her eyes, and for a moment, I think she might say no. But then she nods, a smile breaking through. “Yes,” she says, her voice shaky but sure. “I’ll stay. I’ll marry you.”
Relief and joy crash over me, and I pull her into my arms, holding her as tightly as I can without crushing her. “You have no idea how happy you’ve just made me.”
She pulls back just enough to look up at me, her smile soft and full of promise. “I think I do.”
Laying her back on the picnic blanket, my hands push through her hair and I kiss along the crevice of her shoulders, the hollow of her throat. She’s beautiful, ravishing, and all mine. The inner beast wells deep inside me and I have to resist taking her hard, fast, ruthless like my dick craves, but not this time. My girl deserves slow and sensual, I want her to feel my love in every touch and caress.
"Touch yourself for me,” I husk, pulling down her leggings. Her eyes widen and her hands begin to quake with uncertainty. "Show me how you get that delicate pussy off." My heart thuds as I watch her lying there, so much trust to let me have her like this.
"I, I..." She shakes her head and her eyes turn away from me. "I've never done that."
My cock strains against my pants when I realize she is truly pure. Untouched by any man but me, untouched even by herself. She’s a beautiful delicate flower and all mine to cherish and protect.
"My sweet, beautiful girl. Take it slow, like this." I guide her hand with my own down her creamy thighs, dancing our fingertips across the elastic of her panty line. Her breathing quickens and I swear I can nearly see her heart hammering out of her chest. With her eyes soft and trusting, I pull my hand away and urge her on with my gaze. "Slide the pads of your fingers at your clit." My eyes burn with barely contained lust when she does as I instruct. "That's it, nice and slow. Feel that?" She sighs and her eyes fall closed. "Keep going, baby. Keep swirling those fingers until you think you can't take it anymore." Her chest and neck heat an endearing shade of crimson as her orgasm builds in her body. Her nipples peak beneath the soft threads of her thin shirt and I clench my fists at my sides, anxious to finally touch her. But this is important, this is everything.
I groan, my voice trembling with desire, as I reach down and grasp myself. My eyes never leaving her writhing figure, her hair emitting a sweet strawberry scent as it cascades around her. One hand exploring between her legs, the other gripping tightly onto the blanket. The need for her consumes me. I’ve been longing for the touch and embrace of this woman, and now she’s here. Laid out before me so sweet and soft and beautiful.
"I'm imagining how you’ll feel when you're inside of me," she moans like a prayer, her fingers moving faster on her sensitive bud.