Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 115435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
“Why?”
“Because I was supposed to be thanking you for bringing my parents to me, and instead, I’m the one who had three orgasms.”
“You deserved three orgasms,” I inform her before rolling off her and pulling her against me.
“We’re a mess, Connor.”
“Don’t care.” I kiss her temple, hugging her close, and I grin as she links her legs with mine.
Billie wasn’t kidding when she said she likes to be touched. But more than that, she likes to be held. Cuddled.
And I’m more than happy to oblige her any chance I get.
“We need to talk, bumble.”
She moves back far enough to look up at me. “Am I in trouble?”
I keep the smile off my face as my fingertip drifts down the bridge of her perfect nose. “I don’t know, what did you do?”
“Oh, the list is vast.” She draws shapes on my chest and narrows her pretty eyes as if she’s thinking it over. “My car is due for an oil change, but don’t tell Brooks because he’ll yell at me. Actually, it’s probably also due for new brakes.”
I scowl at her. “What the fuck do you mean, it needs new brakes?”
“They squeak now and then.” She shrugs. “I don’t go very far, so it’s not a big deal.”
“Brakes are a big deal.” Fuck, I’ll just buy her a new car and have it delivered tomorrow. “What else?”
“I’ve been busy and forgot to change the filter in my furnace for about two years. I mean, who can even remember that there are filters in furnaces?”
I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose.
She’s going to be the end of me.
“Baby, your house could burn down.”
“My brother’s a fireman, so at least I know someone who can put it out.”
“Billie.”
She chuckles and kisses my chest. “Kidding. Anyway, the furnace is under the house, in a crawl space. Do you know how many spiders are down there?”
“You’re moving in here. With me. Immediately.”
Billie laughs, and when I don’t laugh with her, she blinks at me. “You’re not joking.”
“I don’t find the idea of you living here with me funny, bumble.”
“It’s just a furnace filter.”
I roll her onto her back and cage her in, my elbows on either side of her head. “It’s not about the filter. I just want you here. I’m a selfish man, and we’re already busy enough with our own businesses. I don’t want to have a conversation every day about whose house we’re going to stay at. I want you here. Every night after work. Every morning. Every goddamn minute that I can have you.”
Her gaze drops to my lips, then flicks back to my eyes, and she rubs her lips together.
“What would I do with my house?”
“Whatever you want. Sell it. Rent it. Use it as storage. I don’t care, angel.”
She tips her head to the side. “You’re serious.”
“As fuck.”
“I’m not an easy person to live with, you know.” Panic starts to creep into her beautiful eyes, and I brush my thumbs over her temples, trying to soothe her. “I’m moody when I’m on my period, and I can be a brat, and sometimes I play my music too loud.”
“None of those things scare me.” I kiss her softly, sinking into her. “You’re not going to talk me out of this.”
“What if you change your mind?” The question is a whisper, and there’s so much vulnerability in her words that it makes my heart ache.
Quickly, I sit up and pull this incredible woman onto my lap, covering us both with the blankets. She’s staring at my chest, so I lift her chin.
“I’m not going to change my mind.”
“I know you believe that now, but—”
“Stop, mo rúnsearc.” I kiss her lips again and feel her soften against me. “Have I given you a reason to think I’ll change my mind?”
She lifts an eyebrow. “Were you privy to the first eight months or so that we knew each other?”
“Since we’ve been seeing each other. Since our day in the Jeep and every bloody night we’ve spent together since.”
“No.” She takes a deep breath and cups my cheek. “No, you haven’t.”
“Good. It’s decided. You’re moving in. But it’ll have to happen when we get back.”
“Back from where?” She frowns up at me, but I’m reconsidering.
“You know what? I’ll hire movers, so it can still happen tomorrow.”
“Connor. Where are we going?”
“Oh, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I have to be in New York by Friday morning. We’ll leave Thursday on the jet, and we won’t be back here for about ten days.”
Her mouth drops open, and then she slowly shakes her head.
“Ten days in New York sounds incredible, but—”
“Three.” She blinks at me. “Three days in New York, seven in Ireland.”
That has her blinking fast as if she’s fighting tears.
“Okay, that sounds … I can’t even find the words, but I just hired new people, and I can’t leave them yet.”