Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
“I don’t fully mean you tasted like honey.” I keep going, wanting to clarify. “It was all sweet. The way you kissed me back and all.” I let out a dreamy sigh and melt back into my seat. "Those books teach you that, or did you learn it elsewhere?" A half second later, my own question catches up in my head. "Wait!" I jump toward him, but the seat belt assaults me. I do manage to still get my hand over his mouth.
I don’t really want to know the answer to that question. I’d rather live in oblivion. Well, for tonight at least. I’ll get back to being more nosy tomorrow.
He turns his body toward me. "The road!" I drop my hand, preparing for the worst, but all I see is a beautiful cabin lit up by the headlights. "We're here." How did I miss that part?
"We're here. Stay put.” His order sends a jolt through my body, connecting parts that shouldn't be connected. “I haven't been home since this morning, and fresh snow has fallen." I grab my boobs. He swallows, his eyes dropping to my hands that are now full of said boobs.
“Sometimes your orders make my nipples hard.” Ope, did not mean to say that out loud. I watch a shocked expression take over all of Cash’s features. I burst into laughter. “I didn’t mean to say that, but your face makes it worth it.” I keep on laughing until I’m almost falling out the door because at some point, Cash has gotten out and come around to open it for me.
"Out," he orders again, but I don't understand why because he's already pulling me out and swinging me up into his arms.
"You need Christmas lights," I tell him as he carries me up toward the house. It's been a while since I've been out here. This piece of land is magical. I’ve always loved it but never had the need for so much room.
"Need to turn them on."
"You have lights?" I ask. "You didn't order lights." I know all the Christmas light companies that hang them around here. It's a total of one.
"I hung them."
"What?!" I drop my head back to see, but he's already on the porch. His cabin, if you can call it that, has these beautiful high V-shaped peaks on it. That's a million miles in the air to be hanging lights. He’ll hurt himself. Oh my God, he could have fallen off the ladder and died and never known how I feel about him.
The thought makes my heart ache. If anything ever happened to him, it would rip my world apart. He’s become the center of it. Even if I try to pretend he’s not. All the dreams of a family and the things I long to have, he’s at the center.
When he enters the house, it's completely quiet. "No alarm?" I gasp in mock shock, my fingers playing with the short hairs on the back of his head. They feel nice. "You'd lose your shit on me if I didn’t have one."
"I have never lost my shit on you, and I have an alarm. I can turn it on and off with my phone."
"I didn't see you do that." That’s not saying much since I also didn't see him get out of the car, but that's neither here nor there. I try to glance around to get a good look at the inside of his house, but it's dark, with most of the lights off.
Cash carries me through the house past a beautiful set of stairs that overlooks part of the bottom floor. He doesn't stop until we're entering a bedroom, and he sits me down on a bed, flicking the lamp next to it.
I give a small bounce. “This bed is giant and soft,” I tell him, falling backwards, closing my eyes momentarily. When I open them, Cash is there, simply standing on the side of the bed staring down at me.
He runs his hand up his jaw, rubbing that midnight o'clock shadow he’s rocking. The man can pull off both a bare face and one covered in a short beard. I can’t help but imagine how that would feel against my bare skin.
“Want to help me?” I lift one leg and wiggle my foot.
“Fuck.” I follow his line of sight to see my dress has ridden up, and me lifting my leg has given him a small view of my panties. The lust I see in his eyes does nothing to calm my body. The man looks as though he wants to eat me up.
“Only panties. No different than bikini bottoms,” I huff, dropping my legs, but Cash catches my ankle so it doesn’t go anywhere.
“Never seen you in a bikini.”
“Then take me to the beach,” I joke. I’d love to see him on a beach shirtless. Imagining his broad chest and thick arms on full display for me does nothing to tame the ache between my thighs.