Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
I grind my palm against my cock, laying my head back against the seat of my truck. "I would, but then we'd have a problem."
"You naked is never a problem in my book, Granger."
I chuckle, fighting the urge to pull my cock out right in the middle of her fucking parking lot to relieve the pressure. She's hot enough to tempt a saint, and I've never been one of those. Hell, when it comes to her, I'm barely even a gentleman. But I'm not going inside until I say what I need to say.
If I do, I'll have her naked and beneath me before we talk. And I don't want to wait to have this conversation. It's waited too damn long already.
"I have something to tell you, little one."
"You're finished with the roof," she whispers.
"Yeah, we're finished." We finished yesterday, but I stuck around today to make damn sure it was perfect. Any excuse to be close to her for a little while longer.
"What happens now?"
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about."
"Oh."
"Move in with me," I blurt. I've been thinking about it non-fucking-stop. I'm not ready to not see her every day. Truth is, I won't ever be prepared not to see her every day. I'm in love with this woman and won't anything change that. I don't need time to know how I feel about her. I know it now. I knew it before the first time we fucked. The last week has only confirmed what I knew then. She owns me, body and soul.
"You want me to move in with you?"
"Fuck yes," I growl. "Been thinkin' about it all week, little one."
"Granger, is this because you won't be here every day anymore?"
The door of her apartment flies open. She steps outside, her dark curls loose around her face, and the phone clutched at her ear. She's dressed in a silk robe, the belt cinched tight around her waist. Every inch of her creamy legs is visible. Like always, I lose the ability to think straight as soon as I set eyes on her.
I climb from the truck, pulled toward her as if a magnet connects the two of us.
"Move in with me," I whisper, stopping in front of her.
"We're still on the phone."
"I know. I'm tryin' to keep my hands off of you."
"Oh." Her brows furrow. "Why?"
"Because I've got somethin' else to say, and if I get my hands on you, it'll be a while before either of us say anything that doesn't end in moaning."
Her cheeks heat, a pretty blush stealing across them as her gaze roves over my face.
"I'm wild about you, Arwen Grayson. I've been in love with you since I first set eyes on you," I say to her, the phone still clutched in my fist. "That's why I need you to move in with me. Not because I won't be here every day, but because it's where you belong."
"Granger."
"I know you feel the same way." I ditch the phone, shoving it into my pocket to reach for her. "You say it in your sleep. You love me, little one."
"So much," she whispers, her big blue eyes wide.
Mine fall closed, my heart threatening to beat out of my fucking chest. Jesus. We're going to have to name one of our kids after Autumn. She gave me the push I needed to claim my girl. She's the reason we're here now.
"I'll move in with you."
My eyes spring open.
"I'll move in with you," Arwen repeats, a bright smile spreading across her face. "But I want something first, Granger."
"Anything," I growl. I'll give her the fucking world if she asks for it.
Her blue eyes darken as she reaches for the tie of her robe. The knot slips free, the front parting. Tantalizing flashes of her alabaster flesh peep out at me, sapping the moisture from my mouth. She takes a step backward in the apartment and then another.
I follow. Of course I do.
"You," she whispers. "I want you."
Epilogue One
Granger
Six Years Later
"My mommy used ta be a model," Rue announces to her grandpa at dinner, patting his cheek. "It's how my daddy falled in lub with her."
I nearly choke on my steak.
"Really?" Luna says, looking at Arwen with wide eyes. "When did you model?"
"She modeled with her boys, grammy."
This time, Carter chokes on his steak.
"What the fuck?" he growls at Arwen, making our twin boys giggle. They're only two. They think it's hysterical whenever anyone says a bad word. Frankly, I'm just glad they finally grew out of repeating them. Arwen was going to kill me and Carter both if they shouted fuck one more time.
"Voice," Arwen quickly says to our almost four-year-old. "I modeled with my voice, baby girl."
"Boys," Rue repeats, narrowing her eyes on Arwen. "That's what I said."
Luna laughs quietly, her expression soft. "She's just like you when you were her age," she says to Arwen, who smiles at her mom. "But what exactly is a voice model?"