Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 87913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Jumping when there is a loud knock on my interior door, I quickly grab my robe and slip it on before I rush out of the bathroom. Reaching for the knob, I swing the door open and blink up at Dayton.
“Why are you crying?”
“What are you doing here?” I ask at the same time.
“I got a call from Tucker telling me that you had cramps. I tried to call, but when you didn’t answer, I decided to come home.” He carefully backs me inside and shuts the door. “Are you okay?”
My eyes slide closed. I should have known Tucker would call him and that he would rush home to make sure I was okay because he’s the kind of guy to show up even when he’s not expected or asked to.
“Sorry, I was in the shower.” A fresh wave of tears fills my eyes. “I don’t have cramps anymore. Actually, I forgot that I even had them to begin with.”
“So why are you crying?” He pulls me into his arms, palming the back of my head while his hand smooths down my back. “Is your dad okay?”
“He’s fine. I’m just being emotional.” I press my face against his suit jacket and choke on a sob.
“You’re scaring me, Franny. What’s going on?”
“I’m pregnant,” I whisper, squeezing my eyes closed.
“We already knew that, baby.”
“No, I can see that I’m pregnant!”
“What do you mean?” He uses his fingers under my chin to force me to look up at him.
Swallowing, I step out of his hold and open the bottom half of my robe as he watches, then turn to the side and slide my hand over my stomach.
“Holy shit,” he whispers, his eyes flying up to meet mine.
“I know.” I sniffle. “I don’t even know when this happened.”
Stepping toward me, he drops to his knees at my feet, and I feel the warmth of his hands on my stomach before his lips press softly against my skin.
“Fuck.” He tips his head back. “It’s so fucking crazy to think that just weeks ago, we were strangers, and now you’ve become the most important person in my life.”
The vulnerability of those words and the adoration I see in his gaze when he looks up at me make it difficult to breathe. I’ve been in love before, and it scares me to think that I’m already halfway in love with him.
Even if that emotion shouldn’t be possible so soon—even if it would be smart to protect myself—I know it’s already too late. He snuck under my defenses when I wasn’t paying attention and wrapped himself around my heart.
But I guess that’s love, right?
It’s one emotion we have zero control over. We can’t predict when it will happen to us or even guard ourselves against it when it does.
Sliding my fingers into his hair, I lean down and press my mouth against his, and he wraps his hand around the back of my neck, tugging me closer to deepen the kiss. He tastes like home, and it’s so strange to think that after such a short period of time. But as I breathe him in, I know this is where I belong. Moving my hands downward, I slide his suit jacket from his shoulders and start working on the buttons of his shirt as his hand smooths up my thigh.
“I’m not fucking you on the floor, Franny,” he groans against my mouth, and I whimper in despair. Somehow, he maneuvers us both to our feet, and once I’m standing, he lifts me off the ground. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I drop my mouth back down to his as he carries me to my bed. With a knee on the mattress, he lays me on my back, and his weight settles between my legs as he looks down at me. “So fucking pretty.”
“Dayton,” I breathe his name and latch onto him when he starts to lean back.
Kissing me deep while grasping my wrists, he drags my arms up over my head and grins against my mouth when I whimper again as he pulls his mouth from mine. “Give me a sec, baby.”
His lips brush softly against mine before he gets up and takes off his shirt, leaving him in just his pants with his fancy belt and the watch around his wrist. His eyes devour me as I watch him undo his belt, and I press my thighs together to ease the ache between my legs when he takes off his pants and boxers. It’s difficult to breathe and hard not to squirm under his stare as I take in his wide chest, defined abs, the deep V of his waist, and the trail of hair that leads down to his cock.
He’s so beautiful—the most beautiful man I have ever seen in my life—and it’s not just because he’s devastatingly handsome. His beauty is more than skin deep, and every day, the painting I’m working on of him in my head becomes a little clearer.