Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
Connor was right. The love we shared was anything but lovely. It was hard and required work but I would do what it took because I couldn’t picture life without the man sitting in his drawers, massaging his little wife’s feet all because she frightened herself.
“I overreacted,” I whispered, suddenly ashamed of myself.
But Connor just shook his head. “Imagine having a person love you so much that they’d risk everything to be with you.” He spoke quietly. “I have that.” For a moment, he looked utterly overwhelmed. “That makes me the luckiest fucker in the world.”
I couldn’t help myself. “I love you.”
He closed his eyes, looking physically pained. “I love you too, baby.” After a moment, he sighed and looked thoughtful. “So, we got a problem here. I love you and you love me but, apparently, we got some trust issues and I can’t think of anything worse than living another day without you, so…” He nodded to himself. “You’re just gonna have to move in with me.”
I let out a soggy laugh. “You’re crazy.”
“Crazy about my baby.”
The idea of moving in with my husband appealed to me so much that all I could do was shake my head for fear of agreeing so readily.
Connor moved and then he was looming over me. “Will you kiss me, baby?”
My heart warmed and it warmed in a way only Connor could trigger. I would never deny him. Not ever.
I kissed him long and hard, hoping my lips would soothe us both. And they did.
He rubbed my hip and pulled back to kiss my cheek. When he spoke again, he did it smiling. “Tomorrow, I’ll call the moving crew.”
His cockiness was thoroughly amusing. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes and laugh at his clear conviction.
The following Sunday, I moved in.
We spent most of the day in the kitchen and while Connor baked, I put on some music. I thought my selection was appropriate.
From the speakers, Queen’s “Crazy Little Thing Called Love” played and Connor took my hand, dancing with me barefoot in the kitchen. He spun me, dipped me and then attacked me, sucking at my neck like the fiend he was. My cheeks were flushed with laughter and every single time we made eye contact, we positively beamed at each other.
Because we were crazy about each other.
Chapter Thirty-Four
You’re My Best Friend.
Emmy
I was secretly recording Connor.
As I lie on our bed on my stomach wearing nothing but a skimpy pair of black panties, he drummed on my ass and sang loudly.
The day I had was not great. I’d gone to see Nanna and she was irritable, to say the least. It was a heartbreaking thing to see. I stayed with her a long while, making sure she was nice and settled when I left but by the time I arrived home, I was tired and upset. And Connor did not like that.
“You’re my sunshine…”
In the reflection of my screen, my body could be seen as well as the side of my face but the camera was mainly focused on Connor. He was singing Queen’s “You’re My Best Friend” to me and doing a terrible job of it. And, somehow, that made the gesture all the sweeter.
Fighting an outright laugh, I watched my husband sit on the back of my thighs in his boxers and struggle to reach the high note, raising his finger up into the air as he attempted it.
Then, suddenly, he stilled. “Are you filming this?”
Uh-oh. “Don’t worry. I won’t post it.”
He continued drumming on my butt. “You better not.”
“I won’t,” I lied on a hidden grin.
When I stopped recording and Connor’s phone chimed, he picked it up, checking the dimly lit screen. When he saw the notification, he flipped me over with a growl and I was already in hysterics. Bare-chested and flushed with laughter, I said, “Don’t be mad.”
His smile softened. “I’m not mad. I don’t care if everyone sees how much I love you.” That warm smile waned as he ran a gentle finger under the curve of one breast. “I was done hiding it a while back.” He let out a sigh and put his large hands to my breasts, biting the inside of his cheek as he squeezed them. I fought a moan as my stomach clenched in anticipation. He spoke quietly and it was as though he was talking to himself. “How the fuck can I still miss you when you’re right here?”
It sounded odd but I knew exactly what he meant by it. Something was missing and we both knew what.
Lord, I was excited but just in case this was a false alarm, I hid it well. My voice was barely a whisper. “Are we going to have sex?”
Oh my God. Please say yes.
It had been so long. I was already primed. I’d been primed for the last two months.