Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 144435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
"I didn't say that!" I cry. "I said something else."
"Tell me."
"I said I don't want to spend the rest of my life hearing your stupid voice on the stupid radio."
"After that."
"I told you that you should get your hearing checked," I say, skipping over the part he wants to hear.
His lips twitch. He knows what I'm doing. "You're pissing me off, sweet girl."
"Fine. If you know what I said, why don't you tell me then, smarty pants?"
"You said you don't want to spend the rest of your life remembering that I don't love you back," he growls. "Which will never fucking happen because my heart has belonged to you since the first damn time you smiled at me, Éire." He cups my cheek, holding my gaze captive. "I. Love. You."
"Crue." Tears well in my eyes, threatening to spill over. "Say it again."
"I love you." He leans down, brushing his lips across mine. "I love you." His lips slide across my cheek, landing against my ear. "I love you, Ireland Blake."
I sob his name, flinging my arms around him. "I love you too. I mean, you probably already knew that because I'm a fangirl, but I mean it, Crue. I love you. Not your music or your band or the fact that you're famous, have won awards, or can sing or dance. I love you and how much you love your bandmates. I love how funny you are. I love that you're bossy, even though it's really annoying. I love everything about you."
"Jesus," he mutters against my skin, his big body trembling against mine. "You're killing me here, sweet girl."
"I don't want you to die. I just want you to know that I don't love you because of what you do. I love you for who you are underneath all of that. That man is kind of incredible, Crue," I whisper. "He's my dream, not the superstar."
"You mean heartthrob."
I try to knee him in the thigh, but he chuckles, grabbing my leg before I make contact. I settle for biting his neck instead. Which is clearly the wrong thing to do because he growls and shoves my legs apart, fitting himself between them.
"Keep it up, Ireland," he breathes against my neck, grinding his erection against my pussy. "You'll be carrying my kid before you can scream my name."
"Yeah? Is that a threat or a promise, Crue?"
"Fuck," he groans, lifting his gaze to look at me. "You want me to breed you, don't you?"
"So bad," I whisper.
A slow, wicked smirk spreads across his face. He rises up on his knees, reaching for the collar of my dress. I open my mouth to ask what he's doing, but he yanks before I can, ripping the fabric right down the center.
"Crue!" I cry, shocked. "You could have asked me to take it off!"
"Nah, I think I'll unwrap my present and enjoy it too," he breathes, dipping his head. His lips land against my heart. He places a sweet kiss there before using his teeth to drag the cups of my bra down.
I barely have time to feel the cool air against my skin before he's drawing one into his mouth. He licks and sucks and bites until I'm sobbing and writhing beneath him…and then he does the same exact thing to the other, working me into a frenzy.
When he's satisfied, he inches his way down my body, lavishing attention on every inch of skin he unveils. My dress rips bit by bit as he unwraps me slowly, taking his sweet time. By the time he rips the dress all the way, I'm ready to explode or implode or whichever one means I'm going to die if he doesn't give me some relief soon.
"Lift up, sweet girl," he murmurs, tapping me on the hip.
I lift my ass from the bed, watching as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and drags them down my legs. My knees shake, knocking together. I'm so turned on I can't think straight. I'm not nervous, though. Perhaps I should be considering what he's working with, but I've never been more ready or more certain of anything as I am of this man. He's what I want. He's what I've waited for my entire life.
It was worth it. The look in his eyes right now and the way he groans as he stares at me…totally freaking worth it.
He settles between my legs, dragging them up over his shoulders. "Need a taste," he breathes, almost as if he's talking to himself. "Just one."
He doesn't take just one. He parts my lower lips with two fingers and licks me from top to bottom, growling.
I cry out, clinging to the sheets as a bolt of pleasure shoots through me.
"Ah, goddamn." His gaze flicks to mine, his eyes clouded with lust. "I can't stop now." He licks me again. "You taste too fucking good, Éire." And again. "I need to feel you coming on my tongue." He groans like the thought alone is driving him crazy and then buries his face in my pussy.