Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 73515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
If I’d had any doubts about how boring my life was compared to Deacon’s, the ease with which he talked about his part in rescuing a kidnapped billionaire would have cleared them up. “I’m not sure what to think about all of this.”
“You’d be doing me a favor by accepting the car. Maybe Cory will back off on the gratitude then.” He tugged me against his chest, his hands sliding down to cup my butt. “Do you need some persuading to take a new, safer car that’ll make me worry less when we’re apart? Because I’m more than happy to do whatever it takes to convince you.”
Maybe I was an awful person for capitulating so quickly, but I’d been meaning to replace Betsy for a while. The Lexus was so darn cute, and I didn’t want Deacon to be worried about me when he should focus on his duties. Not to mention that my sexy man was offering me orgasms to get me to agree, and there was no way in heck I’d ever turn down the mind-blowing pleasure I was quickly becoming addicted to.
Tossing the keys for the Lexus onto the counter, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and jumped up to wrap my legs around his hips. “Convince away, big guy.”
Over the next week, my cute bungalow apartment was our love shack. I didn’t have a lot of space, but Deacon and I didn’t need it because we were glued to each other’s side. My plan to spend some time at the beach after catching up on errands quickly flew out the window. I didn’t cross a single item off my to-do list—except for getting plenty of sleep since Deacon kept wearing me out to the point of exhaustion—because I was too busy enjoying my time with Deacon to worry about stuff that I could do when he was gone. Although I did end up with a new car after he’d driven me to the tip of orgasm five times without letting me go over the edge. By that point, I was out of my mind with need and would have agreed to anything, including accepting the Lexus.
We did try going to the beach, but we’d spent a grand total of ten minutes there before Deacon tossed me over his shoulder and carried me to his truck. As much as he’d loved my bikini—and stripping me out of the tiny scraps of material once we were back at my place—he hadn’t been a fan of other guys seeing that much of my bare skin.
But our little love bubble was about to burst because Deacon’s leave was over, and he only had three hours before he needed to report to the naval base. Time had never flown for me as quickly as it had this past week. Twining my arms around his neck, I buried my face against his chest and mumbled, “I can’t believe you have to go already.”
“Neither can I.” He pressed his finger under my chin and tilted my head back to claim my mouth in a deep kiss. “I wish I had more time, but I’ve already pushed my departure to the last minute. Luckily, I have what I need on base so I can head straight there for morning PT with my team.”
“I can’t give you a lot of details about what I’m going to be doing or where I’ll be when I’m deployed, not even when we’re married.” Butterflies swarmed in my belly at his casual mention of marriage. “But I can say that there will probably be a small amount of time when I’m unreachable soon. And I swear that you’re the first person I’ll call when I’m able.”
“The last thing you need to worry about when you’re on a mission is me, Deacon.” I went up to my toes to brush my lips against his jaw. “Just focus on coming back home in one piece. My job keeps me plenty busy, so some of the sacrifices that come from being in a relationship won’t be as hard on me as they are for others.”
“There’s another thing that can keep you busy this time.” His fingers dug into my hips. “Start packing your stuff, baby.”
My head jerked back, my brow wrinkling in confusion. “What for?”
He flashed me a cocky grin. “So you can move in with me.”
I loved how comfortable he was talking about our future together as though nothing was in doubt, but this was taking it a step too far. Dropping my arms from around his neck to plant my hands on my hips, I glared up at him through my lashes. “You’re making some pretty big assumptions there, buddy. Even if I was ready to move in with you, it’s not as simple as me packing up and moving to the other side of the city. Your home is in San Diego, and I live in LA. My job, which I worked darn hard to get, is here.”