Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 115838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
“What is all this?” I go around in a circle as I take it in.
“This is a long over-fucking-due first date,” he explains as he grabs the side of my neck and pulls me to him to kiss me.
“Okay, fine, I’ll give it to you now,” I tease as his forehead hits mine. “You win this round.”
“Baby,” he says, and my stomach feels like it’s a wave crashing onto the sand, “if it means you’re with me here in my house, I win every single time.” I can’t help the smile that fills my face. “Now let’s eat before I forget about my promise to eat and then fuck.”
“I’m okay with that,” I reply as he leads me to the table where he has two place settings set. He pulls out my chair as I sit down. “Do you want something to drink?”
“Yes, but you’ll give me that later.” I wink at him now and he groans. “It’s all fun and games until the roles are reversed.”
“Two can play that game,” he retorts, going over to the oven and taking out two plates and he comes back.
“A burger and fries,” I say and he smirks.
“Figured we can have a redo of the first meal we had together.”
“Did we actually have a meal together?” I ask as he sits in front of me. “The way I remember it, it was me just talking.”
“I spoke back,” he reminds me, picking up his burger.
“I think you said maybe five sentences,” I point out as I pick up my own warm burger.
“Your voice was that of an angel.” I glare at him. “I was nervous,” he admits, “and pissed about my house.”
“Have you dated anyone?” I don’t know why I ask it, but I do. “You know, in between?”
“No.” He shakes his head. “Now I think you’re asking that so you can tell me you dated someone.”
“Yeah, that’s why I’m asking it.” I nod my head, and he just looks down. “I dated the shit out of my vibrator.” He looks up. “I wanted to date someone, but that someone didn’t want to date me.”
“I’m never going to live that down,” he groans, a grin on his face.
“No, I don’t believe you will. I mean, things might change depending on what else you do. The ball is in your court.”
“Did anyone ask you out on a date?” he asks me.
“Yes,” I reply, not wanting to lie to him, “but apart from the guy from the coffee shop that you met no one else.”
“Why?” he asks me.
“Because I wanted to date you, you big oaf.” I glare at him, and he smiles, nodding his head. “I’m rethinking that.”
“Nothing to rethink on that. We leave on Monday afternoon,” he tells me, “and then I’m gone until Friday. We go to Utah first, and then come back and go to Colorado.” He leans back in his chair. “I want you to stay with me until I leave,” he says softly. “Do you think you can?”
I try not to smile. “Yeah,” I nod my head, “I think I can make that happen. Can you drive me home on Monday morning?”
“Yeah, I think I can make that happen.” I push away from the table and get up, walking around the table.
“We have a lot to talk about,” I say as his hands come up and he rubs the backs of my legs, going higher and higher, “but for now I just want to—” I move away from him, holding out my hand and he takes it. I slip my fingers in his as I walk over to the couch in the other room.
He grips my hips in his hands, pulling me into him and letting me feel his cock. His head bends as he kisses my neck and my hand comes up to hold his face. I turn my head and his mouth comes to mine. He slides his tongue into my mouth as I turn in his arms, and he moves to the couch. Letting my mouth go long enough for him to sit down, I put one knee on the couch beside him and the other on the other side, straddling him.
“I missed kissing you,” he confesses, kissing my neck. “I missed hearing your voice.” He moves the kiss to the other side of my neck. “I missed your smart mouth,” he adds as my hands come up to touch his face, and I bend to kiss his lips. His hands go from my hips to push the hair away from my face before I turn my head to the side, deepening the kiss. He palms my ass as he pulls up the dress, gripping tightly as I put my hands on the back of his couch and grind down on his cock. “Fucking missed you, Victoria,” he declares before his tongue slides back into my mouth.