Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 74256 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74256 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
The call connects instantly, and I order us a large pizza, some boneless wings, and bread sticks. I figure Chad can take whatever we don’t eat back to the barracks for later or to share with the guys. Not to mention, I know he can put away food, especially after the long physical days he puts in. I rattle off my room number and drop my phone on the table, and that’s when I feel his hands on my hips.
He kisses my neck, running his lips up to my ear. “I want you, Faith. I want it to be you. The answer to both of your questions is yes. Always yes.”
I turn in his arms and wrap my own around his waist, burying my face in his chest. I need a minute to get my emotions under control. I don’t know how I’m going to be able to get on that plane next week. My heart physically aches at the thought of being away from him.
“Go sit on the bed. Shirt off.”
“Now we’re talking.” He smacks a loud kiss on my lips and moves toward the bed, reaching behind his neck, tugging off his plain black T-shirt, and tossing it on the chair in the corner of the room.
I make quick work of pulling some cash out of my wallet and laying it on the table before grabbing the bottle of lotion from the bag. I crawl onto the bed and settle behind him. My legs are wrapped around him, where he sits on the edge of the bed.
“This might be cold,” I tell him.
His hands grip my thighs as he pulls me close. My front is molded to his back. “I can’t do what I had planned sitting that close.” I laugh and try to scoot back, but his grip on my thighs is too tight.
“I want you close.”
“You’re messing with my mojo, mister.”
“Am I supposed to say I’m sorry? You’re not going to get that from me.”
I lightly smack his shoulder. “Humor me.”
“Humor me,” he fires back, giving my thighs a gentle squeeze.
“Fine. This is going to be a quick few passes until the pizza gets here anyway. After we eat, I’ll make you lay down on the bed, so I can get a better angle on it.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I think I like it.” He chuckles.
I pump some lotion into my palm before rubbing my hands together to warm up the lotion. When my hands land on his shoulders and I begin to knead at his stiff muscles, he moans, dropping his chin to his chest.
“Damn,” he mutters.
“You’re tight.”
“So are you.”
Again, I playfully swat at his back. “What has gotten into you tonight?”
“You. I love that you’re here, Faith. I love knowing that after a long, hard, grueling day, I get to be here with you. Like this.” He turns to look at me over his shoulder, and on instinct, I lean in and softly press my lips to his.
“Thank you for bringing me out here.”
He nods before turning back around. His hands are still gripping my thighs. He’s not letting go, and that’s perfectly fine by me. I don’t want him to let go.
“How did you know I needed this today?” he asks.
“Because I didn’t realize I did until Hannah got her hands on me earlier. Thank you again for that. Today was very relaxing.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Oh, and I didn’t tell you what else happened.”
At the excitement in my voice, he turns his body so that he can see me. “Your eyes are sparkling.”
“I’m excited. I was scrolling through my phone and saw an ad for a kindergarten teacher. I have my resume on my phone, so I applied right away.”
“Seriously? Faith, that’s incredible.”
“I feel good about it. I haven’t even spoken to them, but something in my gut tells me this job is going to be my future.”
I’m shocked when he slides his hand behind my neck and pulls me into a tender kiss. “I love this for you. I’m sending all the good vibes to the universe for you to get your dream job,” he says, pulling away from the kiss.
Before I can reply, there’s a knock at the door. I scramble off the bed and rush to the money I already have laid out. Chad reaches for my arm, but I sprint for the door, tugging it open and thrusting the cash at the delivery guy. The teenager appears to be amused at the big man behind me who’s whining he wanted to pay for dinner.
“Thank you,” I tell the kid, taking our food and kicking the door closed. “My treat, handsome.”
“What am I going to do with you?” He follows me to the table where we spread out. “I’m going to run to the vending machine and grab us some drinks.”