Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
She scoops up a bite of my chicken Alfredo and brings it to her mouth. The same seductive moan escapes her and I feel my loins tighten, making me want to put my hand down between my legs and adjust myself. While she chews her food, she dips her fork back into my plate but this time, she brings it up to my mouth. Seeing her eyes on my lips, I take a bite, not tasting the food. Just the thought that I’ve had my lips where hers were causes me to groan.
Her eyes widen and a small gasp leaves her. Yeah, payback is a bitch.
“That’s good,” I tell her and she nods her head.
“Yeah, it’s really good.”
The conversation is light the rest of the meal. It has to be; my body can’t take much more. I take a drink of water. “So you know I have to ask.”
Her forehead creases in confusion. “Ask me what?”
“Why did your boss wait until a few days before Christmas to get a tree?”
Pain flitters across her face, but just as quickly, it’s gone. “It’s my fault actually. I’ve worked at the accounting office since I was a junior in high school and well, the boss has sort of taken me under her wing. Well, uh, Christmas has been hard the last couple of years and she stopped decorating because of me. But, this year, well, I decided it was time to move on. So even though it’s last minute, I’m still going to make the most of it.”
I reach across the table and cover her hand with mine. “I’m sorry, Candy, I didn’t mean to bring up bad memories.”
She shakes her head. “No, really, it’s fine. My parents have been in and out of my life forever. I can go months without hearing from them and I can forget seeing them or hearing from them on holidays. I was mostly raised by my granny and well, when she passed away, Christmas was hard on me. It reminds me of all our traditions. But really, there’s so many good memories, I think I just needed time, you know?”
“Yeah, I get it,” I tell her solemnly. It’s amazing how wise she is for someone so young. It sounds like she’s gone through hell and back but she’s not giving up. I squeeze her hand to reassure her, but really what I want to do is hold her in my arms and tell her it’s all going to be okay.
We finish the meal and walk back to my truck. I lift her up into the cab, gripping her hips in my hands. Shutting the door, I take a deep breath, adjust myself and get into the driver’s seat.
She gives me directions to her house and once we’re there, I stride to her side of the truck and when I help her out, I can’t resist; I let her body slide down mine until her feet hit the ground. She catches her breath and stares up at me, neither one of us breathing. I don’t want this moment to end. I still have my hands gripping her hips and she smiles up at me so innocently. I lean down and kiss her forehead before taking her hand in mine and walking her to the door.
The whole time she is digging her key out and trying to open the door, I am trying to figure out a way to make sure I see her again. Before she walks in, I put a hand to her shoulder, stopping her.
“I want to see you again,” I blurt out.
Her cheeks are red. It’s either from the cold or I affect her. I’m hoping for the latter. “Aren’t you coming in?”
I shake my head. Damn, I want to. I want to go in more than anything I’ve wanted in a long time. “That’s probably not a good idea.”
The hair on the nape of my neck is standing straight up. I feel like my body is an electric wire just standing this close to her. We would be good together. There’s no doubt about it.
Her eyes lower to the ground. “Yeah, uh, sure. I understand. I owe you for the tree. I will come by and pay sometime this week.”
She starts to close the door and I grit my teeth together before putting my boot out and stopping her. “Candy, I want to come in. I really want to come in. But I know if I do, I’m not going to be able to keep my hands off you.”
Her lips turn up and her smile widens. “Well, that’s exactly what I was hoping for, Cane.”
Well, fuck yeah. I follow her inside and briefly look around before she takes off her jacket and hangs it on a peg by the door.
“Can I take your jacket?” she asks.