Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
He rolled over to his side next to me, his arm over my body, pulling me closer. “I’ve never…”
“What?” I asked, as I rolled onto my side to face him.
He laced our fingers together and looked me straight in the eyes. “It’s never been that good before.”
I raised a brow. “No condom?”
He shook his head. “That has nothing to do with it. I mean, it might. But it was you. It was being with you, making love to you. That’s what made it so special. Kip…we need to figure out a way to get out of the show.”
I was positive my eyes were as wide as saucers. “What? You know we can’t do that.”
Hunter shook his head. “The idea of even touching another woman makes me feel sick. Kipton, you’re it for me, angel. I love you.”
Tears pooled in my eyes as I tried to blink them back and lost the battle. I placed my hand on the side of his face and laughed. “This is crazy, Hunter. We’ve only known each other for a short time.”
“You don’t have to say it back. But I needed you to know. I need you to know that’s how my heart feels.”
Pressing my lips together tightly so I could get my emotions in check, I looked into those ocean blue eyes and finally said the truest words I’d ever spoken. “I love you too, Hunter.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
HUNTER
My heart was still beating fast in my chest even after helping Kipton get dressed, then dressing myself. We made our way down the ladder to dig into the meal my mother had made for us.
Making love to Kipton hadn’t been in the plan at all. Hell, all I wanted was to spend some time alone with her, away from all the prying eyes. Even though I knew there were no cameras at my parents’ house, or anywhere on the ranch besides the guesthouse, I still couldn’t let my guard down. I needed to make it through the rest of December and January, and then it would be over.
“This all looks so good!” Kipton said as she pulled out the food and bottle of wine my mother had packed. There was a cheese and fruit plate, some small finger sandwiches, and two pieces of apple pie.
“I have to warn you now, my mother makes the best apple pie.”
Kipton smiled. “Does she?”
I nodded. “You do like apple pie, don’t you? ’Cause if you say no, then I’m afraid this isn’t going to work between us.”
When I winked at her, she laughed. “I happen to love apple pie, and think I make a pretty good one myself.”
“Is that so?” I asked with raised brows. “Might have to get you to have a pie bake-off with my mother.”
She rolled her eyes, and for a moment, I thought she was going to say that would never happen, but yet again, Kipton surprised me. “Please, I would win hands down.”
I nearly choked on an almond I’d tossed into my mouth. “Wait, you think your apple pie is better than my mom’s?”
With a shrug, Kipton replied, “I mean, I don’t know for sure. I’d have to taste hers.” She sighed. “I’m starving! Who knew great sex could make a girl so hungry?”
I grinned at her like a fool. “How do you know it was great? You don’t have anything to compare it to?” I asked as I took a bite of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I wasn’t surprised that was what Mom had made. For months when I was ten years old, I refused to eat anything but peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for every meal. To this day, they were still my favorite.
Kipton popped a cherry tomato into her mouth and chewed as she pondered my question. “Well, from what I’ve heard all my friends say about sex, most of them have never had an orgasm during sex. I think just one of them has. And it sounded like most guys didn’t care if they had an orgasm at all—they meaning the girl. I just had three. So in my mind, that was some great sex.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. I reached across and took her hand in mine, bringing it up to my mouth to kiss the back of it. “It was better than great.”
“It was amazing,” she whispered.
“Mind-blowing.”
“Toe-curling,” she said with a blush to her cheeks.
I rotated her wrist and kissed it before I softly said, “It was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced.”
Kipton’s eyes lit up, and she looked at me in a way that made my chest feel like something was fluttering inside.
“It was something I’ll never forget.”
Staring down she lifted her gaze. “I wanted to tell you something. About my parents.”
I smirked. “Do you think they won’t like me?”
She chuckled. “They’ll love you, but I wanted you to know that Gilbert and Laura Howse are my adoptive parents.”