Total pages in book: 11
Estimated words: 10631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 53(@200wpm)___ 43(@250wpm)___ 35(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 10631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 53(@200wpm)___ 43(@250wpm)___ 35(@300wpm)
His hand slides behind my neck as he holds me to him and deepens the kiss. His tongue demands entrance, and I’m all too willing to give it to him. My heart swells in my chest. Just like that, he’s mine, and I’m his.
I lose track of time, getting lost in his kiss. “I need to feed you. It’s getting late, and you have to work tomorrow.”
“Actually, I don’t. I’m off until Monday.”
“Really?” he asks, excitement in his voice.
“We work three twelves. We started about a year ago.”
“I don’t start work until Monday.” He wags his eyebrows.
“Whatever will we do with all that time?” I ask.
“I’m going to feed you, and then I’m taking you to my bed. I’m going to make love to you like I should have the first time.”
“I wouldn’t change it for anything, Callum.”
“I had a plan. I was going to dance with you and ask you out on a real date. I was going to woo you until you couldn’t imagine your life without me in it.”
“I’d say you succeeded.” I grin.
“Come on. Let me feed you.” He taps my thigh, and I stand, grabbing his hand, and pulling him to his feet. He guides me into the kitchen with his palms on my hips. When we reach the large counter, he lifts me, pressing his lips to mine, before busying himself with making a plate.
He steps back between my legs and forks up a huge bite offering it to me. “Open.”
“Are you feeding me?” I smile at him. I feel like I’m on the set of a romance movie.
“I’m feeding both of us before I take you to my bed for dessert. Open.”
I part my lips, and he proceeds to feed both of us until the plate is clear. “More?” he asks.
“I’m full.”
“Not yet, but you will be.” He winks and leans over, placing the plate in the sink before lifting me over his shoulder and carrying me off to his room, and we both have dessert.
CHAPTER
FOUR
Callum
“Morning, Roni.” I smile at Elena’s mom. She’s working the counter at the flower shop.
“Callum. What brings you in today?” Roni smiles.
“Just came to pick up a little something for my girl.” I should have said our girl, but we both know she’s mine. Sure, Elena is her daughter, but she’s mine. Everyone in this town knows it.
“How is my daughter?” She flashes me a knowing smile.
I should probably feel bad that I’ve monopolized all of Elena’s spare time, but I can’t seem to find it in me to care. I love that girl. A lifetime with her will never be enough.
“Perfect. She’s perfect,” I tell her mom.
“Ah, to be young again.” Smiling, she shakes her head. “Do you have anything specific in mind?”
“No. I just wanted to drop her off a little something at work. She’s been working extra hours this week, covering for one of her coworkers.”
“She mentioned that last night when we talked. Five twelve-hour shifts are a lot.”
“It is.” Today is Friday, and she’s off for the weekend. She said she just wanted to relax, which is fine with me. I’ll be happy to keep her in bed with me for the next forty-eight hours or so.
The chime over the door rings out, and I step back, letting Roni wait on the next customer. “Fancy meeting you here.”
I turn to greet her, recognizing the voice. “Hey, Tiff.” I smile at Elena’s best friend.
“Whatcha up to?” she asks.
“Just picking up a little something for Elena.”
“I tried to call her earlier, and she didn’t answer.”
“She’s working. Filling in for Suzie while she’s out of town.”
“Makes sense. Well, you’re just as good as her. I’m having another field party tomorrow night.”
“Dex is going to kill you,” I tell her.
She shrugs. “He’s just grumpy. Anyway, you’ve been monopolizing my bestie's time, so make sure she’s there.”
“I don’t know. She said she just wanted to stay in this weekend and relax. She’s put in a ton of hours this week.”
“Nooo,” she whines. “She has to be there. I miss her.”
I nod. “I miss her too.”
“How? She’s at your place every night.”
“Yeah, but she has dinner and falls asleep while we’re watching TV. She’s been exhausted.”
“Is she pregnant?” Tiffany blurts.
My eyes scan for Roni, who is on the other side of the shop, starting an arrangement. She must have assumed Tiffany and I will be chatting for a while. Thankfully she didn’t seem to hear her question.
“She’s not.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure,” I grumble.
“Whoa? What’s that face?” she asks, pointing at me.
“What face?”
“That one.” She points at me again. “Are you upset she’s not pregnant?” There’s a giddiness to her tone that only Tiffany can pull off.
“Would you keep your voice down? Elena is going to be pissed as hell if the entire town starts spreading the word that she’s pregnant.”
“Well?” she asks, her voice quieter. “Are you upset or not?”