Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 102620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
I shake my head. “You just want to make sure that your mouth doesn’t ruin this date.”
“Baby”—he wraps his arm around my waist—“my mouth is going to be so busy making you moan, there is no way it’s going to ruin this date.” He kisses me, and I want to bypass all the things he has planned and go straight to the bedroom.
He slides his hand in mine as we walk down the concrete pathway to his house. We walk up the three steps to his tan double door with two big windows. Its blinds are closed so you can’t see in, but you can see a glow from the light he must have left on. I look to the left while he gets his keys out and see two rocking chairs in front of massive windows, their shades also closed, but you see darkness coming from them. He opens the door. “Welcome to my home.” He holds out his hand for me to go in, and I smile as I step up and into his house and stop when I see what the glow was.
All along the right side of the wall are different-sized glass vases filled with candles. “Oh my,” I say when he steps in behind me and closes the door.
His hand goes around my waist, pulling me to him as he bends his head and whispers in my ear, “I wanted it to be romantic for you.” He buries his face in my neck, and I put my hand on his arm around my waist, turning to look at him. The way the candles light up the entranceway makes his eyes feel like home. “I wanted you to feel how honored I am that you went out on a date with me.”
“I kind of didn’t have a choice.” I smile at him, trying to tame the way my heart is beating and not letting him see this is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me. No one has ever gone to the trouble with me. Sure, I’ve been on first dates, but no one has done this.
He slides his hand in mine. “You always have a choice.” He moves my hand to his mouth, bringing it to his lips before he leans over and kisses me on the lips. He pulls me down the hallway, and we step into the great room, and I can’t help but gasp.
On every available surface is flowers. All different shades of white, all kinds of flowers. It smells like a flower shop. The lights are very dim, but it’s also the candles scattered around the room that gives it the romantic glow while soft music plays in the background. “This is a little bit of a—” I start, trying not to allow my voice to quiver as I let go of his hand and do a circle in the room with a big U-shaped couch. It looks cozy as fuck as it faces the fireplace that has flowers draped across it and hanging down on the sides, vases of water and candles mixed in. The big television over the fireplace is off, but you can just picture sitting down and watching a movie while you snuggle on the couch.
“It’s too much, right?” He laughs, and I just shake my head. “I thought it was, but then I was like, maybe it isn’t enough.”
“It’s enough.” I smile. “It’s perfect.”
“The only thing perfect in this room is you,” he states. He comes over to me and pushes the hair away from the side of my face, his fingertips trailing up my cheekbone. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”
I put my hands on his hips, more to steady myself than anything else. “You say that to all the girls,” I joke with him and try to laugh, but the way my heart is beating and the way my chest tightens, it comes out in pants.
“I haven’t said that to any other person than you,” he assures me. His eyes stare into mine as he licks his lips, and I want him to kiss me more than I want anything else. “Are you hungry?”
I nod, and he turns and walks with me to the table set up between the couch and the big island in the kitchen. “Sit.” He pulls out a chair. “Would you like some wine or champagne?”
“I think we should do champagne, don’t you?” I ask. “Celebrate me getting the D, finally, after stringing me along all week long.”
He throws his head back and laughs. I get up on my feet because I want to kiss the side of his neck that is exposed. His eyes widen when I stand and kiss him. “All week long, Caleb,” I mumble, turning and pushing him back into the chair I just got out of. “It was torture.” He falls into the chair, and his legs open for me to stand between them.