Instalove Christmas Read Online Hope Ford

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
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“Coming!” I holler to my little brother through the door.

Baker jumps from the bed and leans over and kisses me. “Saved by the knock. I’ll be quick,” he tells me as he goes into the bathroom, leaving me to figure out if what he said was true or not. Could this be real?

Chapter 6

Baker

All morning, I work on getting my mind right. Back home, I had convinced myself that I needed to take this slow, but now, having Tara by my side every minute is wreaking havoc on all of my good intentions.

“How you holding up?” she asks me as another ice skater flies by.

I’m lacing up my skates, but I stop to reach out to her and tug her into my lap. “I’m good. You weren’t lying when you said Juniper Junction is Christmassy.”

She laughs. “I told you so. None of my family is watching, ya’ know.” She tries to take her weight off of me. “Plus, I’m too big to be in your lap.” Her arms are around my neck, and I want to stand up and take her out of here with me. How have I resisted her this long? At the office, she’s uptight and serious. Seeing her smiling and with her family she’s so laid back.

I hold her to me, even when she struggles to get up. “You’re not, though. You’re perfect. And you never know. One of them could be watching.” Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are bright and twinkling. “You’re different here.”

She merely stares at me, glancing between my eyes and my lips. “You’re more relaxed. Back at the office… do I make you nervous?”

She giggles but tightens her arms around me. “Yes. I wanted to do a good job for you.”

“You do a great job. But I don’t want you nervous around me. I like you like this… relaxed… happy.”

“I’m happy with you… I mean, my job.”

I cup her chin to look up at me. “I’m happy with you too. That’s why I want to kiss you.”

“You want to kiss me?” she asks as I move in closer. Her breath is hot on my cheek.

“Yes.”

Her eyes are trained on mine. There’s excitement, longing, and maybe even a little bit of worry there. “But nobody’s watching us.”

“I don’t care,” I tell her and reach in, fully intending to have a sweet and simple kiss like the one I gave her last night. But as soon as our lips touch, I lose all sense of what’s right and wrong. Her sweet vanilla cinnamon scent is surrounding us, I can feel all her sweet curves pressed into me, and it pushes me further, wanting her more. As far as I’m concerned, it’s just the two of us here, sharing our first real kiss, and it’s more than I ever could have imagined. When she opens to me, I plunge my tongue into her mouth, tasting her.

A tiny moan brings me back from the brink. I pull back, realizing the sound came from her. Her satisfied whimper brings me to my senses. I can’t make love to her right here. Not at a busy ice skating rink and with families – her family – all around us.

I rest my forehead against hers and clench my eyes shut tight. I try to think of anything, but all I can focus on is her in my lap kissing me.

“Honey, this may be a little too much for you right now. I don’t want to embarrass you, but you’re going to have to get off my lap.”

She struggles to get up, and her bottom moving across my lap makes my situation even worse. When I groan painfully, she says, “See, I told you I was too big.”

I hold on to her hand, not wanting her to walk away.

“You’re not. Don’t say that again.”

She shrugs her shoulders defiantly and stares down at me. “Are you going to skate or what?”

I pull her down so that I have to whisper into her ear. “Yeah, I’m going to come skate. But first I need to calm down a little, or everyone here is going to know just how much I want you right now.”

She pulls her head back, and her eyes flicker to my lap, up to my eyes and then back to my lap again. As if my cock has a mind of its own, I swear it jerks in my jeans when she’s looking at it.

“Oh wowsers!” she says, her hands over her mouth. “Is that, uh, is that…”

“Yeah, honey. It’s because of you… so I’m going to need a minute.” I would laugh at her expression if I wasn’t trying to count backwards from a hundred.

She sits down next to me, and we sit there awkwardly for who knows how long. Her parents wave to us, wanting us to join them, and I swear it’s like I’m a teenaged boy that can’t handle his own hard-on. Tara puts her hand on my knee. “Baker.”


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