Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 207(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 138(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 207(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 138(@300wpm)
“Wearing me out doesn’t really describe what you’ve done to me, Olive.” The way he spoke those words seemed intense, as if that teasing note we just had vanished and seriousness had taken its place. “You’ve wrapped yourself around me, made me hungry only for you.”
I felt my pulse jackknife in my chest but rested my head back on his chest and listened to the steady rhythm of his heart beating. I’d found my future too.
Seemed like fighting these feelings was a lost cause. But never in my life had I wanted to lose at something so badly.
He tightened his arm around me, holding me to him, making me feel like I was the only woman in the world, that I was the only one for him.
“I can’t let you go, Olive.” His words were soft, gentle. They were spoken from the heart. I felt the truth in that. “You’re my future.” He cupped the side of my face and my breath caught.
It wasn’t exactly what he said, but the way he said it.
“Those are some pretty strong words,” I said honestly.
He nodded. “They’re the truth, Olive. The honest to God fucking truth.” He was silent after that, his hand to my cheek, his eyes locked on mine. “I think I fell in love with you that first time I stepped into the burger joint.”
My breath caught for a second time.
“And when I heard your voice, experienced your spunky attitude, I knew you’d be my downfall in the best of ways.”
I didn’t know what to say, how to respond. For long moments, all he did was stare at me, taking in every aspect of my face, as if he were memorizing every part of me. How was it possible for one person to look at me and make me feel like I was their entire life right in front of them?
He smoothed his thumb across my cheek. “When it concerns you, nothing else matters. The way I feel for you is so profound that it’s changed me, baby, showed me that before you I was just going through the motions, living in a sequence of events.” He moved his thumb over my cheek in a gentle sweeping motion. “So yeah, I really fucking love you, Olive.”
Pope leaned in and kissed me softly, and I let a small moan leave me when the scent and feel of him surrounded me. Never breaking the kiss, he slid his hand under the blanket, moved it along my belly, and slipped it between my thighs.
“I know I can make you fall for me as fast and hard as I did for you—”
“I love you,” I whispered then gasped as he moved his fingers through my slit.
I was already wet for him, and I knew I’d always be this way.
He closed his eyes and made this soft, approving sound in the back of his throat. I’d wrapped myself around his heart, his life? Well, he’d done the same to me. He’d inserted himself in my world in the best of ways and I never wanted that to end.
I was wet. Soaking. So ready for him.
He growled low, that sound so alpha, so masculine. “My girl loves me.” The way he said that was almost as if he were stunned.
“I love you, Pope,” I said again then lifted my hips so he could add more friction.
“Damn, Olive. Look at that,” he murmured against my mouth. “You’re primed for me.”
“Then how about we do something about it?” I’d never in my life been so brazen and bold with my needs, but with Pope, I found it so easy to tell him what I desired.
And then he was moving on top of me, his big, muscular form pressing me into the mattress, the weight of his body making me feel wholly feminine. And it was the feel of him placing the tip of his cock at the entrance of my pussy, of him sliding deep within me in one fluid motion, that had everything else fading away.
I held on to him, knowing I’d never let go.
EPILOGUE
Pope
Six months later
Igave one more glance at baby Lorenzo, then looked at Soraya and Felix, seeing both of them staring down at their dark-haired little son. We’d come to visit them almost an hour before, not only to meet the newest Brookwood addition, but to congratulate them on their recent marriage.
And although I was trying to pay attention to what everyone was saying, the only thing I could think about, focus on, was Olive. She sat right beside me, this little smile on her face as she held baby Lorenzo and stared down at him. He slept soundly in her arms, and my heart lurched in my chest, one thought going through my mind over and over again.
I want that. I want Olive as my wife, big with my baby, the mother of my children.