Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Her breathing hitched when my thumb pulled on her bottom lip. My hand suddenly moved to grip the back of her neck and bring her toward me.
“You make me laugh, smile, feel like I’m living again. You make me want to be a better father for my children, a better doctor for my patients, a better man… for you. Do you have any idea how much you affect me? From your eyes, to your words, to the way you are with my kids, my family… To the void, the hole, you fill in a heart I didn’t know could belong to someone else. I tried to break this hold you have over me, but I can’t. And the truth is, Cami… I don’t fuckin’ want to. Because at the end of the day, I want to choose… you.”
I knew there was no coming back from this but fuck it. I threw caution to the wind.
It was her birthday and I wanted to make it as memorable as I could.
Groaning against her mouth, “I’m going to kiss you, my Tiny Dancer.”
Her lips parted to say something.
“I’m not asking you. I’m telling you.”
Before she could reply, I kissed her.
I fucking devoured her.
Beckoning her lips to open for me.
They did, releasing a soft moan when she felt my tongue in her mouth.
I’d always been a man of few words. To me, actions always spoke much louder and clearer than any sentence could provide.
Yet there I was, laying it all out for her. Word by word, sentence by sentence, making my thoughts and emotions known.
Why?
Because for the first time in my life, I saw a future with a woman who wasn’t my wife.
Hurting and healing me all at once.
Chapter 19
<>Camila<>
“Whoa. I mean wow… ummm, did that just happen? I think it did but maybe—”
His lips fell upon mine again, slowly, sensually working my mouth and my body in ways I never felt before. My lips tingled, my knees went weak, and shivers crept up my spine from the feelings he was stirring inside me.
Slowly easing back, he rasped, “Go get dressed for your day at the spa, Cami.” He pecked my mouth one last time, released me, and walked away toward his office.
What the fuck was that?
I needed a minute to think with my head and not with what was in between my legs. Wanting to gather my thoughts, my emotions, my soaking wet core.
To compose myself after what I could only define as the best kiss of my life.
Once I found my legs again, I hurried to my room to shower and get dressed for my day at a spa. I’d never been to one before and the excitement was palpable.
How a man could say so few words to me but such meaningful ones, was beyond me. Aiden did, said, everything right. I was beginning to think he was the perfect man, if there was such a thing.
“You ready?” he asked, reaching for my hand at the garage door.
I nodded, feeling like a giddy school girl.
He drove me to my destination, holding my hand in the car the entire drive.
It was the first time I’d ever been in his muscle car. The engine vibrating under my ass did very little to help my turned-on disposition.
“Did you just buy this?” I questioned, noticing it was different than the one I usually saw him drive.
“No. I have warehouse full of classic cars.”
“Really?”
He grinned, kissing my hand.
“Why do you always drive the same one then?”
“No one to impress them with.”
I smiled, understanding his simple but powerful response. “Well, I like this one. What is it?”
“A 69 Cuda with nitrous and a hemi engine. I built it a few years ago.”
“You built it? You didn’t just buy it?”
“Where would the challenge be in that?”
I giggled. “You’re such a dude.”
“I’m a man, Cami.” He glanced over at me. “And as you keep reminding me, an old one at that.”
“How old are you anyway?”
He arched an eyebrow. “How old do you want me to be?”
“Based off the gray hair on your temples and in your beard, I’m going to say you’re somewhere around forty-ish?”
“I’ll be forty-six in a few months.”
“Really? You’re that old?”
I blinked, and he was digging his fingers into my inner thigh, tickling the shit out of me.
“Oh, God!” I thrashed around. “I hate being tickled! Stop!”
“Not a chance. I’ll show you old, my Tiny Dancer.”
“It’s okay! I like that you’re old!”
“Is that right?”
“Yes! I swear!”
“What do you like about it?”
“Your maturity,” I gasped for air, trying to pry his hand off, but it might as well be glued to my leg with the luck I was having.
“What about it?”
“It’s… it’s… it’s…”
He stopped. “It’s what?”
“It’s sexy.”
“I see.”
“You’re sexy, Dr. Pierce.”
He chuckled, pulling his arm away.
“That is…” I paused for effect. “For a man old enough to be my father.”