My Unexpected Vow: California Billionaires Book 2 by Harlow James (top 10 inspirational books txt) 📕

okay?” I release my hold as she fights to catch her breath. “But you didn’t give in.”

I cup the side of her face and stare directly into her eyes, desperate for her to understand what I’m about to say. “I wanted to make sure that when I did, it was because this is what you wanted too.”

I watch her throat move as she swallows, her eyes as open as I feel her heart is right now too. “I do… and it terrifies me.”

“Welcome to the club, babe.”

Shifting to sit up, she pulls the sheet to her chest. “This is you and me, Hayes. Sleeping together. And I know we’re already married, but if we’re going to do this, it means something to me.”

I follow her lead, sitting up across from her as well. “I know. It means something to me too, Waverly. I even spoke to Wes about it.”

Her eyes bug out. “What? You talked to Wes?”

“Yes. I wanted to know that he was okay if I gave in to my feelings for you.”

Hope and longing fill her eyes. “You have feelings for me?”

“I do,” I reply, reaching out to touch her hand as my own trembles with my rapidly beating heart. “And I’m pretty sure you have feelings for me too, Wave.”

On an exhale, she replies, “Oh my God, this is crazy.”

“Yeah, it is a little.”

“So what happens now?”

Brushing my thumb over the top of her hand, I pull her into my arms and hold her still. “We give this marriage a real shot. We keep having sex because that was fucking incredible and we definitely need to take advantage of that part of our marriage.” She giggles. “And then I take you on a date.”

“A date?”

“Yup. I think I owe you one after all. We already got married, then had sex, so it’s only fitting to have our first date last, don’t you think?”

The smile she gives me lights my body up from my chest out to my limbs. “Okay. I’d like that.”

“Tonight?”

“Sure.”

“Perfect.” I kiss the tip of her nose and then her lips. “Now that that conversation is out of the way, my dick needs to speak with your pussy again.”

“Oh, jeez,” she says as she tries to push me away. “Looks like admitting to actually liking me isn’t going to change much else besides seeing your dick, is it?”

I flip her on her stomach and hold her hands above her head as her face turns to the side; her cheek pressed into the mattress. My eyes scour the soft skin of her back, appreciating the curve of her spine and the flare of her hips before I lean down and whisper in her ear, pressing my dick between her ass cheeks. “Fuck no, Wave. Now I can take out every sarcastic comment and tense moment between us on your body. I can show you how hard you’ve made me for months. I can please you and make you scream so that the next time we fight, you’ll remember how incredible I made you feel with the same tongue that is lashing words out at you.”

“Hayes…” she moans, pushing her ass up into my dick from underneath me.

“This changes everything, baby. And I’m so fucking ready because being with you has changed me.”

I run my fingers through her slit from behind and then open her legs wide enough that I can straddle her and slip my dick to her entrance.

“Are you ready for this, Wave?” I ask, alluding to so much more than just me pushing myself inside of her.

“Yes.”

And as I slide into her core, my heart pumps harder knowing that we both know what this means now, and there’s no going back from here.

* * *

The pressure for this date to be epic and memorable left me scrambling to make plans after I insisted we go out tonight. If I had any forethought, I would have waited a day to make sure everything was perfect, but spontaneity seems to be the catalyst of our relationship, so why not add to the thrill with last-minute plans?

I’m not one that typically likes to throw my money around, but when I was having a hard time finding a reservation for tonight at a restaurant I deemed worthy, I’m not ashamed that a little cash and name drop secured us a reservation at Seaside Cliffs, a five-star restaurant in Malibu that overlooks the ocean. After our dinner, I plan on taking Waverly on an errand that is sure to make her laugh, and then I’m hopeful the night will conclude with her back in my bed and naked beneath me. I’m sure she’s sore after our escapades over the last twenty-four hours, but now that I’ve had her, I’m sure that need won’t stop anytime soon.

Downstairs in the kitchen, I fill a glass of water as I wait for Waverly to make her appearance. We need to leave in about five minutes if we’re going to make it to the restaurant on time. I even told her we had to leave about twenty minutes earlier than necessary, planning for traffic and the fact that the woman loves to use every last minute to make herself ready. But I’ve never been disappointed by the results, so I remind myself that patience will win and a little fabrication of our deadline won’t hurt anything.

I take one last look at myself in the mirror over my bar. With a crisp white shirt and my tailored navy suit impeccably draped on my body, I’m satisfied knowing I took time to look nice for my wife, just like I know she will for me.

The click of her heels on the hardwood stairs alerts me to her presence as I spin around and take in her body traipsing slowly down each step, her long legs stretched and flexed from her high heels. With a slack jaw and a deep breath, I absorb how beautiful she looks as her smile spreads and she closes