Total pages in book: 241
Estimated words: 234779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1174(@200wpm)___ 939(@250wpm)___ 783(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 234779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1174(@200wpm)___ 939(@250wpm)___ 783(@300wpm)
“Are you sure? I don’t recall signing the deed over to you. Did you get it notarized? I think there was a problem with your paperwork. Have your lawyer contact mine, we can work out the details.”
Hunter smiles fondly, shaking his head at me. “You’re such a fucking nerd.”
“I’m just saying, I never put on your necklace,” I tease. “I didn’t agree to this ownership business.”
He slides his hands up my wrists and our hands interlock. “You talk too much.”
“I thought you liked when I talked.”
“I do, but this isn’t the time for talking.”
Dropping my voice lower to mimic his, I say, “It doesn’t matter when it is or where it is, Hunter. It only matters that it’s you and—”
Before I can finish mocking him, he crushes his lips against mine, shutting me up rather effectively.
I unlock our hands so I can free mine. Once they’re free, I wrap my arms around his neck and close my eyes, reveling of the feel of his lips on mine. I think I could kiss him forever and never tire of it.
The intimacy of our position seeps into me, softens me up even more than the orgasm did. I want to touch him everywhere, explore every inch of his body.
I start with his face. I keep one arm locked around his neck to keep him close, but I slide the other one along his jawline. Hunter likes a clean-shaven look, but right now he’s got a little scruff. It’s rough against my soft fingertips.
All sorts of lovey confessions bubble up to the surface, threatening to escape when Hunter looks up at me. I need to shut me up, too, so I kiss him again.
As we kiss, his hand roams my body. His fingers skim my side, he palms my breast, traces the curve of my collar bone with his thumb. He touches me like we have all the time in the world.
His exploration reminds me that I want to do that to him, too. The memory surfaces of him in only swim trunks, dripping wet when he got out of the pool. If he gets to look at me and touch me all over, I should get to do that, too.
With that thought in mind, I reach for the buttons of his orange button-down shirt.
Orange. My lips curve up. Not a color I would ever pick out, but it looks damned good on him. His skin is still dark with the tan he probably has leftover from running around shirtless in Italy.
Unlike me, Hunter isn’t a bit shy about getting naked. I suppose he’s more used to it than I am. Hell, he had strangers photographing him shirtless in Italy, so I’m sure this is nothing for him.
I admire his unwavering confidence as I push the shirt back and tug it down, but then I drink in the sight of his bronzed, perfect chest, and I see he has absolutely nothing to be shy about.
I can’t help sighing as I look at him. His tan makes me aware of how pale I am. It’s summer, but it might as well be winter judging by the looks of me.
“What?” Hunter asks, watching my face.
“You’re too sexy for me. I’m not sure I can deal with all of this.”
He grins, leaning in and stealing a quick kiss. “Quiet, you.”
“I’m serious. Can you do something to make yourself a little uglier? Maybe you could get glasses,” I say, cocking my head as I try to envision what he would look like.
“I look hot in glasses,” he teases, dipping in and stealing another kiss—my jawline, this time.
“Of course you do,” I mutter. “They probably just leave people with the impression that you’re smart, too. Which you are,” I say, like an accusation. “One person shouldn’t have so much going for them, you know. It’s not really fair.”
“Life’s not fair,” he says unapologetically. “Some people have more, some have less. I have you and you have me, what else matters?”
I sag with defeat. “You can’t say things like—”
He silences me with another kiss.
I’m out of things to say, anyway. I let him sweep me up in his kisses. Every touch causes the temperature of my blood to rise as it courses through my veins.
When he grabs my waist and pulls me tighter against him, I go to lock my leg around his hip and realize he’s still wearing pants.
I break away from his lips and look down just long enough to find the button of his jeans. He kisses me again as I feel my way to the zipper and drag that down, too.
This time he breaks away to shove his jeans off. He’s still wearing black boxer briefs, but I can see the big bulge of his arousal and it makes my tummy flutter with nerves.
My teeth sink into my bottom lip as he pushes his fingers into the waistband to take them off. I suck in a breath, my eyes widening as he shoves them down and his cock springs free.