Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
Oh, I was a cruel woman.
“Connor?”
His response was husky. “Yeah, baby?”
“I just have one rule.” My hands slid up his hard chest.
“What’s that?” He was barely focused.
Here it comes.
“No sex.”
When I said what I said, Connor’s hands stilled in their ministrations and his eyes shot to mine then silence.
Oh, yeah.
That’s happening, husband mine.
My intense gaze dared him to question me. He didn’t but he did lower his forehead to my shoulder with a long, pained groan and I couldn’t help it. He sounded so down that I just had to laugh softly. When he nipped my shoulder, I yelped and smacked at his chest. His low chuckle followed. “You’re gonna enjoy torturing me, aren’t you?”
I pulled back and blinked innocently. “Whatever gave you that idea?”
His chuckle turned into a groan then morphed into a growl. When he let out a harsh sigh and squeezed my ass hard enough to leave marks, I knew we were doing this. He confirmed not a moment later. “Rules? Lay it out for me, Emmy.”
Oh, God, he was hot. I couldn’t stop touching him. “Kissing is okay. Touching too.” Duh. “Over clothing, of course, and anything below the waist is a no-go zone. And, lastly—” I sighed as I said it, because I wanted it probably as much as Connor did. “No penetration.” I drew small circles on his chest. “Of any kind.” I peered up at him. “Okay?”
A reaction I wasn’t expecting formed. His brows furrowed but he softened it with a smile and what he said let me know I was making the right decision. “I love you, Emmy.” He cupped my cheek and I leaned into his touch. “I’ll take what I can get.”
It was almost enough for me to strip down and climb him like the tree he was, but I stayed strong. I wanted this relationship to work, and in order for that to happen, we had to go back to basics.
This wasn’t a punishment. This was a second chance. We had to do it right. We couldn’t risk not doing this right. There was too much to lose.
My voice was small. “I love you more.”
“Impossible.” Lightning fast, he bent down, gripped my ass and hauled me up. A shocked squeak escaped me and I scrambled to hold onto him, my legs wrapping tightly around his hips. He grinned and awash with a rush of emotion, I kissed him, laughing softly into his mouth.
Sometime later, after a monster make-out session, we lay in bed together. My body draped over Connor’s, I sighed happily.
We probably should’ve waited to tell anyone, take some time to ourselves to reconnect and, hopefully, build back the trust we’d lost. There would be many questions raised and I didn’t think I had it in me to share with the world where Connor and I had really begun.
Connor’s hand slid up my thigh to rest at the curve of my ass. It felt perfect, as if this was exactly where we were meant to be.
Together.
With my eyes closed, I rested, breathing deeply, and just when I started to fall asleep, I heard the sound of a shutter clicking followed by a flash.
Frowning, I lifted my head to peek up at him. “Did you just take a photo of me?”
“Of us.” He grinned and he looked so intensely happy that I couldn’t help but smile in return.
When my phone chimed in my bag, I ignored it. Another chime sounded then another. With a soft sigh, I moved off the bed, sliding over Connor to retrieve my bag from beside the door.
My phone continued to ping. “What the hell?”
Over and over, my phone vibrated and dinged in my hand. My brow narrowed, I opened the notifications and stilled.
@ConnorClashOfficial tagged you in a post.
My mouth parted, dumbfounded, and I looked up at him with a glare. My voice was quiet but harsh. “What did you do?”
But Connor just put an arm under his head and smiled up at the ceiling.
My finger hovered over the notification. Finally, after getting enough courage, I clicked on it and before the image opened, I knew what it would be.
Oh, for the love of St. Peter.
Connor and I in bed together. More specifically, Connor and I in our underwear with my leg draped over his crotch. My sleepy face, swollen lips and to top it off, a hickey on my shoulder.
Lovely.
I opened my mouth and just as I went to hurl a tirade of abuse at him, I read his caption.
A note to all the young guns out there. Forget the groupies. Get you a wife.
#GotHer #TeenyThing #TheVioletDame
Within seconds, my heart was full to bursting.
Okay. I’ll admit it. It was nice to have Connor Clash claim me to the world. In fact, it was all I ever wanted.
And the Internet went berserk. Within minutes, tens of thousands of people had already liked the photo. And I sighed.