Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
I wrap my tongue around her nipple, sucking hard.
She flies apart with my name on her lips.
I plant myself deep, groaning as I follow behind her.
As soon as I can breathe, I pull her up from the floor, worried she'll end up with carpet burn. I run my hands across her body, just reveling in the fact that she's in my arms again.
She's reveling too, staring at me like she can't believe I'm really here.
"I should be so mad at you right now," she says. Her smile tells me mad isn't even on the radar.
"Yeah? Why is that?"
"Um, because you told me you couldn't come!" she huffs. "I thought you were canceling our very first weekend together."
"No, I said I couldn't come tomorrow. And I've been thinking about this whole weekend visit thing…I don't think it's going to work out for me."
Her brows furrow in confusion.
"Two days of you isn't enough, Zoya. I need more time."
"H-How much more time?"
"I was thinking five months."
She slow blinks at me. "What?"
"Five months," I murmur, tracing along her ring finger. "At least to start. I'm willing to renegotiate after that."
"Jareth!" She lunges for me, tackling me to the floor beneath her. "What are you saying?"
"I'm saying I missed you too goddamn much to spend the next five months away from you, Zoya," I say, grinning. "So I won't be doing that."
Tears spring to her eyes, her bottom lip quivering. "You're staying? Tell me that you mean it."
"Yeah, princess, I'm staying." I tuck a curl behind her ear before brushing a tear from her cheek. "We've been working out the details since the day after the wedding. Nadia is bringing on a new guitarist to finish the tour, and I'll be here, looking for a manufacturer for the vineyard's new venture."
Zoya squeals, flinging herself down across my chest. "You're staying!" she shouts.
I laugh quietly, rolling her beneath me. "Did you really think I was going to let you spend five months over here by yourself?"
"Well…yeah."
I shake my head, tsking at her. "You've got so much to learn, princess. There's not a chance in hell that was happening."
"I'm so happy," she says.
"Yeah?" I slip my hand into my pocket, my fingers closing around her ring. "Think I can make you happier?"
"Oh, I can think of a few ways," she says, a wicked laugh rolling from her lips.
I tug the ring from my pocket, holding it up in front of her face. "Is this one of them?"
She gasps, her eyes widening. "Jareth, is that…?"
"Hell yes," I growl, grabbing her hand to slide it onto her finger. "And I'm not asking, princess. I'm telling you. As soon as you graduate, you're marrying me."
Her lips curve into a smile that damn near splits her cheeks in two. "Wow. You've gotten bossy in the last two weeks."
"Is that a yes?"
"I guess so." She shrugs casually, only to laugh wickedly again when I growl at her. "Yes, it's a yes!" she shouts. "Are you kidding me?"
I groan, leaning down to kiss the breath from her lungs. Christ, she's finally wearing my ring. She said yes.
"You get to break the news to my dad," she murmurs when I finally let her up for air.
"You really don't know me at all, do you?" I chuckle, shaking my head. "I made a pit stop on the way here. Your dad said to tell you congratulations." He also said some bullshit about not getting her pregnant before the ink dries on the license, but I'm ignoring that strongly worded suggestion.
"Wow," she whispers, impressed. "You thought of everything."
"Yeah, I did." I haul her up from the floor, standing her in front of me. "Now…you want to tell me about this hot neighbor of yours?"
"Hot neighbor? What hot neighbor?" She blinks innocently and then pats me on the chest before turning on her heel, her round ass swaying as she strides across the room.
I growl, taking a step in her direction. She sees me coming and squeals, darting down the hall. I grin, letting her get a head start before I chase after her…the same goddamn way I have been since the very beginning.
Epilogue
Zoya
Five Years Later
It's the middle of the night when I sneak out, my feet silent on the boards of the porch. The scent of grapes wafts toward me on the breeze, mingling with the sharper scent of the sea. I shiver and wrap my arms around myself as I hurry down the steps.
My feet immediately turn toward the winery, but I skirt around the building, sticking close to the vines.
I don't even make it halfway down the side of the building before I hear him following behind me. I smile to myself and hurry my steps, fighting a laugh.
He mutters a curse behind me when I slip around the side of the building, disappearing from his sight. By the time he clears the building, I'm behind the old harvester, carefully out of sight.