Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 89012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
“I dunno because it’s pretty obvious.” I take the mug from him. “You know, having you cater to my every whim like this is pretty nice.”
“What else would I do with you?”
I take another bite. “On another note, I dreamed about the house with the ugly door last night, and I think it’s a no-go for me.”
“You haven’t even seen it.”
“I can’t help my intuition. I feel like if I see it, I’ll buy it, and then I’ll have buyer’s remorse.”
He holds a strawberry. “And you know that from a dream?”
“Yup.” I sip my drink. It’s hot and wonderfully vanilla. “You did good on the coffee-to-creamer ratio.”
He plants one hand beside me while the other holds his strawberry. His eyes are wicked. Mischievous.
I take another berry and nibble the end while watching him, trying to decide what he’s thinking. Why is it harder for me to know what he’s thinking than it is for him to know what I’m thinking? So unfair.
“Is that good?” he asks, a tease embedded in the words.
My body heats. “Yeah,” I say, still unsure what he’s doing.
He runs his hand between my legs, grinning.
I suck on the end just to mess with him. Naturally, he has the upper hand.
His strawberry touches the apex of my thighs. My eyes go wide, and involuntarily, I spread my legs farther apart.
He slides the berry through my slit, dragging it roughly across my swollen bud. Fucking. Hell. The fruit is soft but firm. Smooth but scratchy. His finger drags behind it, flicking my clit before he pulls away.
“I think I’ll try one too,” he says.
My stomach clenches as he stands again.
“What are you doing?” I ask, but I already know. I can finally read his mind, although it’s not that hard this time.
He holds the berry to his lips. “Bet this one is extra juicy.”
“Maddox, if you eat that …”
He pops it into his mouth, chewing it slowly.
I can’t take it. I reach between my legs and begin to touch myself—to find relief for the instant ache he just caused. He wraps his hand around mine, effectively stopping me, and covers my mouth with his. He tastes of the strawberry he just ate … and a bit like me. Why is that so freaking hot?
He nuzzles his face in the crook of my neck, and I wrap my arms around his neck, closing my eyes. He drops a kiss behind my ear and then retreats.
“Have you had enough?” he asks.
“Of what?”
His lips twitch. “Food.”
“Oh. Yes, then. I’m done.”
He chuckles and helps me off the counter. “Then let’s get dressed and do some shopping.” He takes my hand and leads me to the stairs.
I drop my jaw. Is he serious? Does he think he’s cutting me off after that?
He glances at me over his shoulder. “Don’t worry. I’m going to get you on all fours when we get up here before we get dressed.”
I smile. “Okay. Thanks.”
He laughs, shaking his head as we go.
“Look at these.”
Maddox looks up from the other side of the small shop and takes in the earrings and bracelet I’m holding up. “Um, pretty?”
“Yes, pretty,” I say, inspecting the pink-hued jewelry. “These would be perfect for Becca. She loves dangly earrings like this and looks great in pink. Plus, this bracelet is conch shells on a cord, and she’s always wearing cord bracelets.”
“Sounds like a good fit.”
My eyes flip to his, and he’s waiting to catch my gaze. Read your mind there, buddy. “Lots of good fits today.”
He chuckles and goes back to the miniature wooden sculptures.
“Are you finding everything okay?” A small man with grayish hair smiles at me from the register. “We have lots of jewelry if that’s what you’re after.”
“I found these for my friend,” I say. “They’re so pretty.”
“They are. We just got this in. Come. Look.”
I stroll to the front, meeting Maddox on the way. Together, we approach the black velvet display the man pulled on top of a showcase.
“These are new,” the man says. “A lady on the other side of the island makes each one by hand.”
I look down at the myriad of pink rings in various shapes, bracelets of all sizes with the beautiful conch hue, and hair clips that look too delicate to touch.
“These are lovely,” I say.
The man flinches. “Are you two married?”
“Do we look married?” I ask, laughing.
“Yes. Very in love. You have that gaga look about you.”
Maddox laughs. “It’s hard not to look gaga at her. Isn’t she gorgeous?” He presses a kiss on the top of my head—right in the middle of the spot he banged against the cabinet last night.
My heart swells. This man.
“She is very pretty,” the man says, glancing at my hand. “But why no ring?”
Oh. Shit.
“It’s getting sized,” I say, thinking on my feet. “It’s at the jeweler back in Florida. I’ll pick it up when we get home.”