Seven Hot Nights in Greece (The Taylor Brothers Book 1)

by Rose Lange

  She shook her head, fidgeting as she rubbed her knees back and forth. “And what’s that?”

  He opened the box. The pear-shaped diamond nestling within sparkled, and winked back at him.

  A tiny gasp escaped her lips. “Patrick, what—”

  “Emma, I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to make you as deliriously happy as you’ve made me. Will you do me the honor of being my wife?”

  “Oh my, God. Patrick,” she said, but then, and without reservation, she held her hand out. “Yes, yes, I’ll marry you.”

  He slid the ring onto her shaky left hand then kissed her knuckles. He removed her heels then slid seductively up her leg, snapping off her garters, one by one. He removed her stockings until only bare skin remained.

  Grasping her around the waist, he leaned in, feasting on her mouth as if he’d never be able to again.

  Then her hands roved down toward his pants, and with quick and deft fingers, she removed his belt, followed by his pants. He hurriedly fumbled with the zipper, until he was left only in his underwear and quickly discarded those as well. Hands and fingers tore away at clothing until they both lay naked on top of the comforter.

  Cupping his cheek, she murmured, “Please, no condoms, Patrick. I just want skin on skin this time.”

  “Emma, are you sure? What if we get pregnant?”

  “Then we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it, won’t we?”

  Without reservation, he sheathed himself within her, and by God did she feel fucking amazing without the confining restraints of a condom. Just skin on skin, as he brushed aside her beautiful hair, ravishing the sensitive flesh behind her ear until she mewled with pleasure beneath him.

  Delicate hands grasped his shoulders as he rocked back and forth. He gritted his teeth as she dug her fingernails into his back and lifted her legs, pushing him further inside her. The contact nearly made his eyes roll into the back of his head. He leaned his forehead against hers, and unable to find proper words, he remained silent as euphoria danced through him.

  Seeing her head thrown back and hair spilled out over the sheets, unable to help himself, he pinned her arms above her head.

  “Patrick,” she whispered, her eyes still closed.

  Not allowing her to finish, he continued, roving downward, he took one sweet, succulent breast into his mouth. She arched into him, and he moved toward the other globe, sucking on the juicy tip, until the nipple puckered.

  She opened her eyes, a hazy, distant far-off expression in her gaze.

  Then she took him by surprise and broke one arm free, moving her hand downward.

  Lifting an eyebrow, he knew this was one show he didn’t wish to miss. He removed himself and sat back, allowing her full use of both hands.

  He didn’t have the adequate words to describe the marvelous, erotic sight before him.

  Emma, with the last faint light of the sun’s rays caressing her face and over the expanse of her neck, he drank her in, riveted by the sight. Her hair fanned out over the pillow. One stray curl made its way forward and curved just between her neck and shoulders. That beautiful, pouty mouth, parted in abandon.

  Utterly transfixed, he roved toward her jutting breasts, one hand rubbing and pinching a globe, while the other nipple stood in arousal. Her fingers moved past her stomach, until she met the juncture between her thighs. Softly, gently, and slowly, she massaged her nub, and little mewls of pleasure pierced the air as she continued touching herself.

  Fiercely turned on, he was jealous as fuck of those fingers, and just when he thought she’d stop, she took it further, and opened her eyes, moving her fingers from her pussy to her mouth and sucked.

  Hot. Damn, and holy fuck.

  “You are so going to get it, Emma.”

  “Is that a promise or a threat?” she asked, her voice husky.

  “Both.”

  Her victory was short lived as he lowered his mouth and replaced her fingers with his tongue. He relished the sounds, the taste of Emma, and his love for her burst. She grasped his hair between her fingers, keeping his mouth right where it was. He tripled his efforts in pleasing her until she tensed against him and he knew her release was not far behind.

  Her hips levitated off the bed as she met her pleasure. A soft glow floated over her features.

  “Patrick.” She spoke his name reverently.

  Climbing back up, he came face to face with her and kissed her once. Then he sheathed himself once more, her entrance tight and wet from her orgasm as she swallowed his cock whole.

  He leaned in and spread kisses down her arched neck and toward her jawline, raining kisses on her shoulders and the tops of her breasts, then taking one juicy ripe tip into his mouth. Then he gave the same rough attention to the other before his eyes roved toward her.

  Her eyes shone like glittering sapphires. His heart swelled, realizing he held the crowned jewel in his arms.

  He rested his chest against hers, and she leaned up, drawing his cheeks in her hands. She rubbed the skin with the pads of her thumbs.

  “You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about being in your arms, Patrick. So many times,” she whispered.

  “I’m here, baby. And this time, for keeps,” he murmured.

  Leaning up, she whispered in his ear, “I love you, Patrick.”

  “My God, Emma. I-I love you too.” His body convulsed as he found release, spilling his seed inside her, and it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

  “Wow,” she whispered.

  He chuckled softly, grasping the quilt to cover them both as he cradled her against him. Warmth settled in his heart, and he relished the sensation.

  “You can say that again, sweets. Now, as for this wedding, I have something in mind, and I think you’re going to love the idea.”

  Epilogue

  Six Months Later

  Santorini, Greece

  Emma’s gauzy, strapless, white dress graced the white grains of sand beneath, tickling her bare feet as she grasped her bouquet, lush pink, red, and white roses. Her hair was longer, wavy, and down past her shoulders. A simple headpiece of greens mixed with baby’s breath.

  The almost setting sun gave off a hint of just enough light as she met her future husband’s gaze.

  He wore a look of love in his eyes, and it was the most glorious sight she could ever behold. He wore a pair of khaki pants, a light-blue, short-sleeved shirt, and a smile.

  Anthony, his foreign male witness, stood by his side, as her witness, Melissa, walked beside her in a pale-pink, casual sundress. The priest grasped his bible, a warm smile decorating his portly face.

  When she finally made it to her groom, she passed her bouquet off to Melissa and grasped Patrick’s hands. She looked up, seeing a playful smile gracing his handsome face.

  “You look stunning, Emma,” he murmured.

  She shot him a coy smile. “How upset do you think everyone will be when we tell them we got married in secret?”

  A chuckle erupted from his chest, and he shook his head. Tipping her chin, he pressed a soft, sweet kiss to her lips.

  The priest cleared his throat and opened his bible. “We are gathered here today, in front of God, and these witnesses, to join Emma Louise McCallen, and Patrick Francis Taylor, in Holy Matrimony.”

  The ceremony was a blur, from saying personally written vows, to him slipping the delicate, silver band on her finger. It still did not seem real, that she was now Patrick’s wife.

  “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss your bride.” He smiled, tucking his bible between his hands.

  “Yes, sir.”

  As the sun dipped into the ocean, and dusk overtook them, Patrick pressed his lips to hers in their first kiss as man and wife. Swif
t, decadent, and tasty as he gently slid his tongue into her mouth, the kiss ended too quickly for her taste.

  He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her, wiggling his eyebrows in a sexy, playful manner. Heat crept into her face, warming her.

  “Wife, what’s say we start our honeymoon?”

  Laughter bubbled forth unabashedly, and her heart slid into her throat.

  “That sounds mighty fine to me, Husband.”

  Also from Soul Mate Publishing and Rose Lange:

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  Annabelle also never thought she’d see her ex-husband, Kade Hoffman, again. But when her Aunt Gracie passes away, she’s not only inheriting her antique shop, but that it comes with a life-changing catch: that she and her ex-husband must live together in her aunt’s cabin for two months before either can inherit anything.

  Can she break down the barriers of her past and find the courage to love again?

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  GRACIE’S PLAN

  Convinced by her mother that she’s not woman enough to keep her husband, Annabelle O’Sullivan files for divorce after two years of marriage. Shortly thereafter, she enters an abusive relationship that leaves her frail, scarred, and broken. She’s convinced this kind of love is the only kind she’s worthy of.

  Annabelle also never thought she’d see her ex-husband, Kade Hoffman, again. But when her Aunt Gracie passes away, she’s not only inheriting her antique shop, but that it comes with a life-changing catch: that she and her ex-husband must live together in her aunt’s cabin for two months before either can inherit anything.

  Can she break down the barriers of her past and find the courage to love again?

  Available now on Amazon: GRACIE’S PLAN