Continuum (The South Beach Connection Trilogy Book 3) by A.R. Hadley

Author:A.R. Hadley [Hadley, A.R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Chameleon Productions
Published: 2018-07-24T16:00:00+00:00

Only a second passed after Annie shut the front door, and Cal had hemmed her in against it. She hadn’t even turned around.

Goosebumps formed over her skin. Her father had been right. The air was unusually cool. The humidity was low. A soft breeze churned, rustling the leaves in the trees, blowing the hem of her dress and tips of her hair.

But as her husband hovered over her — his front to her back, arms on each side of her body — he warmed her instantly. Cal was the real reason she had little pinheads popping up all over her body.

The way he felt when he pressed behind her was indescribable.

Anticipation like no other. Better than any sheer drop off a cliff of the tallest of rollercoasters.

The magnets of their skin twisted and pulled, attacking nerve endings. The fatigue she’d felt moments ago was replaced in a flash with an invigorating excitement. A sexual crackle.

This was exactly why she’d wanted to be apart before the wedding.

Delayed gratification. An orgasm to rattle the universe off its axis.

Although on fire, Annie froze, moving only her head to her right, then over her shoulder as she gazed back at him.

"If you don't think I haven't been anything but mad for you these last few weeks, then I don't know what else to say." Cal’s voice held a roughness. Placing all his fingers over her back, he slid the tips down her skin like a skilled musician playing piano keys.

A smirk on her face, Annie turned all the way around. So … he wanted to pick up their conversation from exactly where they’d left it on the dance floor.

"I don't know what you want." Cal sighed and gave her some space. "You asked me not to touch you for two weeks."

"You've always known. I want you just as you've always been with me. I'm the same.” She begged him with her words and eyes to have his way. She wouldn't break into little pregnant pieces.

Cal put his forehead against Annie's, gripped her waist, and slipped his fingers around to her butt cheeks. He cupped them over the silkiness of the gown, squeezing hard as he pressed her body against the door — still with a bit of caution. After kissing her lips slowly, multiple times, he pulled his head away so he could gaze into her eyes.

"Fuck, Annie, don't look at me like that. It's our wedding night." What the fuck does that mean? she wondered as he spoke. "I want to do this right."

Right. He needed to take his big, pregnant wife back to their waiting wedding suite and make love to her with a heaping cup of ginger, another cup of delicacy, and a dose of proper — on the king-sized bed. Vanilla-flavored sex was what he was suggesting.

Annie, however, wanted sex as it had always been between them: spontaneous, exciting, rough … kinky.

"Since when do you care about some outdated, misguided version of sexual etiquette?" She gave him a precarious smirk and lifted a brow.

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