Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 126850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 634(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 423(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 634(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 423(@300wpm)
“Gladly.”
I barely had time to register his agreement before his lips swooped down on mine. He cradled the back of my head, holding my body against his with his other arm, and kissed me.
Really kissed me.
His lips were cold but soft, and the stubble from his beard scratched lightly at my lips, making my skin come to life. My hands slid to his waist and around to his back, my fingers splaying, somehow bringing us even closer together.
Every part of my body hummed. There was something so sweetly satisfying about finally knowing what it felt like to be kissed by him, to be held against him like it was the only place I was supposed to be.
We fit together in a way I knew would haunt me.
From our fingers linking to him tucking me against his side to the way our lips swept together, it all made sense.
There was a part of me that was screaming at me to stop, but the part of me that lived deep-down that had recognised him from the start was bouncing in joy.
It was like I knew.
I knew.
Just knew.
That this was the kiss to end all kisses, that no other thing would ever make me feel this floaty and dreamy, nothing else would ever give me that fairy tale feeling like kissing William.
And that was absolutely terrifying.
But I’d deal with that later. For now, I was going to soak it in. I revelled in the fullness of his lips taking mine and sending my head into a spin.
Kissing him was everything I’d thought it would be, but oh-so-much more than that. My imagination paled in comparison as I slid my hands between us and wrapped my arms around his neck, pushing up onto my tiptoes to reach him better.
His hands explored my back and sides, sweeping down my waist to my hips, drawing me closer and closer to him so I could feel what this kiss was doing.
And I knew. I knew what it was doing to him, because it was doing the same to me. The ache between my legs grew as my hormones sparked to life and took over, begging me to remove the stupid clothes between us for more.
Bruce barked from the bottom of the tower, making me jump. William chuckled softly, sliding his hands up my back. He pressed his forehead against mine, and his warm breath danced over my lips as he exhaled.
“You,” he said in the same low tone he’d laughed in. “Have just made a huge mistake, Grace.”
“I have?”
“Letting me kiss you might be the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.”
“Why?”
He tilted his head down, brushing his lips over mine once more. “Because if you want me to let you go when we leave here, you’re going to have to kill me.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE – GRACE
Granny Is Chaos, Chaos is Granny
“That’s the worst bow I’ve ever seen in my life,” I said, looking at the chair William had just tied a bow on. “It’s not a shoelace, William.”
He picked up the chair and looked at it. “What’s wrong with it? It’s a bow.”
“It’s all floppy!” I picked up the ribbon and dropped it again to illustrate my point. “What did you do to it?”
“Tied it.” He put the chair back down and took a step back. “All right, yes, it’s a bit sad looking compared to the others.”
“A bit sad looking? It looks like you’ve just double knotted your trainers.” I dropped to my knees and frowned the bow. “I’ve shown you this three times, how have you not gotten it yet? You can’t tie these!”
“Look, Cinderella, you’re going to have to accept that I’m just not a bow kind of guy.”
“Cinderella? Why are you Cinderella?”
I grinned and looked towards the door. “Because I have an evil stepmother.”
Granny grinned right back in a way I knew mirrored mine. “That’s one way to describe her.”
Morag smiled from next to her. “Look who I found skulking around the gates.”
“I wasn’t skulking. I don’t skulk. I was told my granddaughter was here and wanted to know what she’s doing galivanting at a castle in Scotland when she should be at home watering my plants.”
“I gave Amber your key. She’s watering your plants,” I replied, fighting a laugh. “I should be asking you what you’re doing here.”
“Attending a wedding, same as everyone else. Including you,” Granny retorted, walking in. “Goodness, that’s a sad bow. Can’t you do better than that, Gracie?”
I pointed at William. “Blame Lord Shoelaces over here.”
Morag laughed. “Took him a while to manage those, too, if I remember correctly.”
“All right,” William muttered. “There’s no need for that.”
I grinned at him. “William, this is my grandmother, Olive.”
Granny narrowed her eyes at him. “You’re Morag’s grandson. I’ve seen your pictures. I think I have some pictures of you naked in my daughter’s back garden, actually.”