Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 12536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 63(@200wpm)___ 50(@250wpm)___ 42(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 63(@200wpm)___ 50(@250wpm)___ 42(@300wpm)
“Those three are still all over each other,” Harrison laughs.
I pull back the comforter and slide into our giant bed, reaching for my hand cream. “I think they always will be. Carrie came so close…” I falter because the thought of my friend’s brush with death is still too much for me to speak openly about, with tears coming to my eyes.
“They’re making the most of every day,” Harrison says softly. He climbs into bed beside me and watches as I moisturize my hands; my nightly ritual.
“So, your trip was good?”
“Yeah. I managed to get them to sign up. That’s all I needed to do, but I’ve built a good relationship there too. That’s important for the long term.”
“That’s good.” Is it strange that I feel a little shy sitting next to my husband in our marital bed? When he’s been away, there is a sense of unfamiliarity that makes my heart skitter. All the things that are routine between us at this stage of our relationship feel different when Harrison’s been gone.
“I missed you,” he says softly. “I always do, but this time…” His voice trails off and I understand. We missed our anniversary, something we’ve never done before. I turn and place my hand against his face.
“I missed you too.” I could tell him I wish he didn’t have to travel with his job, but that wouldn’t be fair. Since his knee injury, his dream of playing football was dust, and he had to refocus completely. It’s been tough for him to find a job that pays enough and doesn’t drive him crazy. I don’t want to rain on his parade.
“So, I got you something.” He leans away, grabbing a small gift-bag from the side of the bed. It’s really small and very upmarket looking. What has he done? He places it in front of me, and when I look up into his eyes, I see so much excitement dancing there.
“It’s not Christmas yet.” I finger the corded handle, feeling overwhelmed.
“It’s not a Christmas gift. Go on. Open it.”
I tug the bag toward me and find there’s a small blue velvet box inside. My hands are almost shaking by the time I get the thing open.
Oh, my goodness. It’s an eternity ring. I gasp and Harrison chuckles in that way that sends heat to all my special places. “You…I can’t believe…it’s beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful,” he says, stroking my hair and tucking it behind my ear while I fumble the ring out of the box and onto my finger. It fits perfectly.
I throw my arms around his neck, and he hauls me into his lap for a full on bear hug. In his embrace, I feel protected and loved in the way I always have.
Harrison might have been my annoying stepbrother, but he’s become the best husband any girl could ask for.
“Thank you,” I whisper in his ear.
“That’s okay, Princess. I just wanted you to know that I’m here for all the years we have to come.”
There are no words that I can utter after that, so I kiss him instead. Harrison’s mouth is warm and familiar, his lips teasing and light at first, then fierce and demanding as his arousal increases. His cock stirs beneath my pussy, and it becomes rock hard and urgent in seconds. After being together like this so many times, I’m still surprised at how my body reacts to feeling his arousal and knowing what is coming.
Harrison is a big guy and let’s just say that everything is perfectly in proportion.
His rough hands push the straps of my slip over my shoulders until the fabric drops to my waist and my breasts are revealed. With hungry eyes, he gazes at them as he did that first night we spent together. “Fuck,” he mutters, using his thick fingers to caress down over my collarbone and around the fullness, sending shivers across my skin. I want him to take my nipples between those strong fingers and pinch until my clit is swollen. I want his red-hot mouth to suck on them until I’m bucking in his lap and begging for more.
And because my body is a book, and Harrison is its author, he does just that.
Shit. My hips move involuntarily, grazing my clit against the rigid length of him as he moans against my breast.
“Hang on,” he says, grasping my wrist as I try to free his cock. “I want to taste you.”
I go to get off his lap but instead, he grabs me and shunts us forward so he’s lying on his back and I’m straddling his chest. So this is what he wants.
Most of the time, Harrison is totally in control of the sex between us, and believe me, I don’t have any complaints. But there are days when he seems to need me to take the lead, and this is one of them.