Chapter 23 -From This Moment
I woke to butterflies kisses being placed down my spine. We were still naked from ‘practising for the honeymoon’ last night. I couldn’t believe that this amazing, sexy, sweet man was going to be my husband in a few short hours.
“Morning,” Jasper purred.
“Morning,” I moaned as I turned so my back was on the mattress.
“In a few short hours you will be my wife.”
“I know, I will be Mrs. Jasper Whitlock.” I giggled.
I need to get used to being called Bella Whitlock. I was Bella Swan, then Bella Cullen, then went back to Swan after the divorce. I just hoped that I would stay Bella Whitlock forever.
“Morning,” Jasper purred.
“Morning,” I moaned as I turned so my back was on the mattress.
“In a few short hours you will be my wife.”
“I know, I will be Mrs. Jasper Whitlock.” I giggled.
I need to get used to being called Bella Whitlock. I was Bella Swan, then Bella Cullen, then went back to Swan after the divorce. I just hoped that I would stay Bella Whitlock forever.
Chapter 3 - Testing The Waters
His eyes met mine and I licked my lips, leaning slightly forward testing the waters. Before I could blink he closed the distance and I felt his warm lips up against mine. At first his lips were hesitant. I wrapped my arms around his neck, I felt him relax as I pressed myself against him. Our tongues began to move against each other more urgently now. He let out a moan as I licked his bottom lip seeking entrance.
“Bella, we should stop,” Carl said, he sounded a little torn.
I pulled away feeling a bit rejected. “Why? You don’t want me?”
“Believe me, wanting you is not the issue.”
“Then what is?” I inquired in a soft voice.
“I’m forty years old. And you are what, twenty-two at the most?”
“Age? This is about age? It’s just a number. You’re a very sexy man,” I whispered as I ran my hand over his erection through his pants. “This proves you want me.”
“Bella, we should stop,” Carl said, he sounded a little torn.
I pulled away feeling a bit rejected. “Why? You don’t want me?”
“Believe me, wanting you is not the issue.”
“Then what is?” I inquired in a soft voice.
“I’m forty years old. And you are what, twenty-two at the most?”
“Age? This is about age? It’s just a number. You’re a very sexy man,” I whispered as I ran my hand over his erection through his pants. “This proves you want me.”
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