Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
I sit down, very aware that I’m naked and he’s not. Not that I need to worry for long, because Legend makes quick work of his trunks, tossing them through the bathroom door. He palms his cock and strokes himself with what looks like a firm grip. I can’t take my eyes off him.
“Lie back for me.”
I scramble to press my head on the pillow and wait for his next instruction. He moves toward the dresser and pulls out one of the red long-stem roses sitting in a vase. At first, I thought the cabin rental place had given them to us until I read the card with Legend’s familiar scrawled handwriting, Happy honeymoon, love, L on the card.
Love, L.
Legend sits next to me on the bed. “Your skin feels like silk,” he murmurs as he traces the rose over my breasts.
I take in a ragged breath at the soft feel of the petals against my skin.
“You’re blushing, baby.”
“I—this is new for me.”
His ice-blue eyes soften. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” I rush to say. “Please… don’t.”
He nods. It takes everything I have to remain still while he traces the rose all over my naked skin. When he gets to my pussy, he taps the rose lightly, and I moan.
“What are you doing to me?” This shouldn’t be turning me on, right? Slapping my pussy with a rose?
“I know you’re concerned about our age, about my experience versus yours. You’ve hinted at it a few times. I’m showing you that none of that matters when it’s me and you.” He leans over and lightly traces a hard nipple with his tongue before his eyes meet mine. “Everything with you feels like the first time to me, Monroe.”
“You’ve been at this a lot longer.”
He shakes his head. “Not this. Never this. I’ve never desired anyone the way I do you.” He tosses the rose to the floor and settles on the bed next to me. He props himself up on one elbow while staring down at me.
“Why did you stop?”
“I need to make sure this is what you want.”
“I want you.”
“We’ve both been drinking.”
“I know what I’m asking.”
“Do you? Because we’re married, gorgeous. For the next year, you’ll be sleeping next to me every night. This… tonight, it could change things between us.”
“Maybe we should just add to our agreement,” I suggest.
“I’m listening.”
“We’re married. We’re both going to be faithful because that’s who we are. Maybe while we’re married, if we have an itch, we ask the other one to scratch it.”
“You got an itch, baby?” he asks, humor in his tone.
Instead of answering with words, I grab his free hand and place it over my breast. He immediately squeezes gently before rolling my nipple between his thumb and index finger. “I do,” I finally say.
“You want this? You want me?”
“So much.” I should be worried about the fallout. The consequences of blowing up the lines that have clearly been drawn, but at this moment, all I can think about is Legend and his hands and his mouth all over me. I don’t know if this is a one-time thing. I don’t know if I’ll ever have this chance to be with him like this again, and when I tell you that you don’t pass up a chance to be worshipped by Legend Raines, I mean it.
I’m still at the beginning stages, and I know one night with him, having all of him and his attention, is going to be life-changing.
Legend doesn’t need further instruction. He moves to settle between my thighs and starts kissing me. I wrap my legs around him, needing him inside me, but he’s stubborn and way bigger than me, so he doesn’t even move when I apply pressure with my legs.
Instead, he pulls his lips from mine and smiles down at me. “Patience, wife.”
Heat floods between my thighs, and if I weren’t so turned on and out of my mind with need for him, I might be embarrassed. “You’re teasing me.”
“No, baby. I’m enjoying you. There’s a difference.”
“Feels like teasing.” I pout.
“Let me have this?” His words come out as more of a question than a statement. He’s looking at me as if I’m his entire world, and all I can do is nod. My heart pitter-patters into a fast beat inside my chest because I want to be his.
I don’t want to pretend.
I nod my agreement, and relief washes over his face. Did he think I would say no?
I don’t have time to dwell on it before his mouth crashes with mine. His kiss is hungry and demanding as he pushes his tongue past my lips.
“Legend.”
“Yes, wife?”
“I want you.”
“Fuck.” He rests his forehead against mine. “You’re making it extremely difficult to take this slow.”
“Who says we have to go slow?”
“It’s our first time together.”
“Fast or slow, I’ll never forget it. We’ve been dancing around this—whatever it is, attraction or desire or whatever you want to call it—for weeks.” I raise my hands to cradle his cheeks. “I need you.”