Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 162003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 810(@200wpm)___ 648(@250wpm)___ 540(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 162003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 810(@200wpm)___ 648(@250wpm)___ 540(@300wpm)
“No.” He grinned and slid it onto my finger with a heated flare of possession in his eyes.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his face to mine, kissing him deeply. I couldn’t believe this man was going to be my husband. It didn’t even seem real.
Ryland was hard against me, and I didn’t waste any time reaching down to free his erection while he untied my bikini and tossed it aside. Thank God he’d booked the only suite with private beach access because I didn’t think I’d be able to wait another moment to have him inside of me.
I slid down onto him at the same time my eyes locked onto his. I was never going to get tired of this moment. The deep intimacy I felt when we connected in this way, and he looked at me with that sense of pride and ownership. Some women might be disgusted by it. But I was, and always would be, irrevocably his.
I reached for his face and showered him with kisses. “I love you, Ryland Bennett.” And then with a grin, I added, “so fucking much.”
***
Ryland frowned when he poked his head out onto the back deck and saw me soaking my feet in the hot tub.
“Baby, what are you doing?”
“Relaxing.” I laughed.
He didn’t seem amused. “You’re not supposed to be in the hot tub.”
“I’m not,” I rebutted. “It’s just my feet. As long as I’m not submerged…”
“I still don’t like it.” He walked over and reached for my hands to help me up. “Let’s not take any chances, okay?”
This was Ryland’s overprotective nature showing again. God help our poor child. Still, I smiled. Because I knew he was doing these things out of love. I stood up and let him lead me back into the bedroom.
“I have something else to talk to you about anyway,” he said.
“What is it?” I asked.
He helped me onto the bed and then grabbed a towel, drying my feet for me as he spoke.
“I don’t want to wait,” he said. “But I know you might have something else in mind, so I’d like to talk to you about the wedding.”
“Oh.”
The wedding. I hadn’t even thought about it. It was something most little girls dreamed about their entire life. But I didn’t have a lot of people to invite to a wedding, and the only part I cared about was that I got to pledge my love to Ryland forever.
“Do you want a big wedding?” he asked. “With the dress and cake and flowers. If that’s what you want, then that’s what you’ll get, Brighton.”
He started to massage my feet, and I found it difficult to articulate what I wanted. All I knew was I didn’t want him to stop doing that.
“I don’t need any of those things,” I said. “I just want you.”
His eyes filled with relief, and the next thing I knew, he was pulling me across his lap, kissing the hell out of me.
“I’m crazy in love with you,” he murmured.
I threaded my fingers through his as he kissed his way down my throat, licking the red mark he’d left on me the night before. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was glad I’d pushed him to do it.
“I was thinking we could have it here,” he said. “On the beach.”
“Here?” I blinked. “Like this week?”
“Is that a problem?” he asked.
Geez, he really wasn’t wasting any time. I kind of loved that. The idea that he wanted to make me his as soon as possible.
“That would be really nice,” I agreed.
But then something occurred to me, something I hadn’t thought of before.
“Nicole would probably be really hurt though when she finds out.”
“I’ll fly her down here,” Ryland said. “Matt too.”
And just like that, he made my worries disappear. “Let’s do it.” I grinned. “Let’s get married here. This week. Oh my God.”
I wiggled around in his lap, and he smiled. “I’ll always give you what you want, baby girl.”
Chapter Thirty
Brighton
The rest of the week moved crazy fast once we started planning. Ryland took over all the important stuff, but I spent an entire day searching online for a dress. Easier said than done with the island’s spotty Wi-Fi. I had it overnighted to Nicole, and she would be bringing it with her when they arrived on Friday. It was simple and beachy, and exactly what I wanted to say I do in.
I told Ryland I wanted him to wear a white dress shirt and gray slacks. It was what he was most comfortable in, and I knew he’d look amazing. He didn’t need fancy suits to look good, he was always the smartest dressed man in the room no matter what he wore.
Even just thinking about our wedding night made me ache between my thighs. Either that or it was the residual effects of the crazy animal sex we’d been having all week. I wasn’t kidding when I said I was insatiable, and Ryland actually looked exhausted.