Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
“I didn’t buy it, your dad did,” he says, not meeting my eyes.
“Don’t lie. Dad will definitely pay you back, but he did not buy a gift.”
“Your dad …” He stops for a minute as if he’s trying to choose his words. “Something in him is broken. I recognize it in him, because I’ve been there. He was drowning and just needed someone to help pull him out of it.”
I study him for a minute. “I don’t know whether to hug you or be jealous of the woman that you loved so much that she deserved that kind of devotion,” I say quietly.
“Who says it was a woman?” he asks, looking at me funny.
“You did. You told me that she cheated on you with your friend. Remember?”
“That hurt,” he admits.
“Trust me I know,” I return, giving him a half smile.
He reaches out and tucks a stray piece of hair behind my ear. Nora isn’t the one who broke me. This happened way before her, and maybe I ended up with Nora because I didn’t think I was worth anyone better than her,” he says so quietly that I have to strain to hear it.
“Well now you’re just talking bullshit. You’re an amazing man. Any woman would fall down on her knees and thank God you were hers, Eli.”
“You don’t know everything there is about me, Skittles. You can’t say that.” His head leans in closer to me. Our lips are just a breath away from one another. I moisten mine, practically tasting his kiss.
“I know enough. Are you going to warn me away from you some more, or are you going to kiss me?”
“Kissing you would be dangerous. A man could become addicted to your lips, Daphne,” his graveled voice purrs, and I feel it vibrate through me. God, if he could get me this aroused just talking about a kiss, what could he do to me in bed? I have no idea the answer, but I know that I want it to happen.
“I really, truly, hope so,” I admit, as my hand wraps against the side of his neck and I go up on the tips of my toes so that I can kiss him. It’s still not enough and Eli pulls back just enough so that he can look into my eyes.
“Do you want me addicted to you, Skittles?” he asks, questions swirling in his eyes that I don’t know if I have the answers to, but I want to find out.
“More than you could possibly imagine, Eli,” I answer truthfully.
“Fuck,” he hoarsely whispers. Then, he answers a prayer I didn’t even know I was praying and his lips come down on mine.
Rough. Hungry. Claiming.
Chapter 17
Pez
God help me. I tried to resist. I truly did. I don’t know a man strong enough to resist the taste of Daphne’s lips though. She’s like everything I’ve ever dreamed of and more. She opens immediately, her tongue going to war with mine, as she presses her body against me. My hands go to her hips, my fingers playing across the cheeks of her ass, using her body to ground me, because fucking hell, she’s making me lose control. I drink from her mouth like a dying man. Our tongues dance, as her fingers pull my hair, like she’s trying to get me closer. I swallow down her moan and I swear the sound vibrates in my cock. It’s the best damn kiss of my life. I’m in heaven. As my hands move so my fingers begin pushing her shirt up, I’m crashed right back down to earth as I hear Sabre’s voice through the roar of the blood rushing in my ears.
“I’m not sure I’ve ever been the voice of reason, but there’s a little girl over there engrossed in some freaking movie about a frog, that just has to turn her head to see her Mom getting mauled by a man that I’m pretty sure she thinks is a superhero after he gave her a swing for her room that lights up, a Barbie Townhome and a bunch of Barbies and clothes. Jesus man, did you buy so much pink that you’re running empty on testosterone and trying to prove you still have a dick by attacking my daughter?”
Daphne’s fingers bite into my shirt as she buries her head in my chest. I’m getting ready to rip into Sabre when I feel her body shaking. Shit. Did he make her cry? I pull back slightly. “It’s okay, Skittles …” The words die on my lips when she looks up at me and it’s clear she’s not crying … She’s laughing. When she looks at me, it just gets harder and she starts laughing so hard she snorts.
“You really did …” Daphne stops to catch her breath, causing yet another snort, “go overboard.”