Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
“Morning.”
“Did you sleep?” She tilts her head back to look up at me.
“Some.”
“Nightmare?” She moves, putting her elbow onto the bed between us and moving her mouth closer to me.
“No nightmares.”
She full-on smiles now. It’s then I see one dimple in her left cheek. My chest grows tight knowing I did that. Fuck, did that feel good. What else can I do to make her smile?
“I’m going to make us breakfast.” She drops a quick kiss on my lips and tries to spring from the bed. I grab her, pulling her back. I roll, pinning her below me, needing a deeper kiss than that. It isn't until I’ve got my mouth on her and her hands pinned above her head that I realize what I’ve done. I start to pull back but she kisses me back, her fingers locking with mine.
I taste her sweetness, kissing her slowly this time. Enjoying her. I have to show her another side to me, that I’m not an aggressive asshole that is trying to take her for myself. That I’m not trying to dominate her, even if that is what I want to do. She kisses me back. Hers isn't slow and soft. It’s filled with need and pulls me over the edge of doing what I wanted to do to begin with.
“Davis.” She moans against my mouth when she pulls back from the kiss. Her lips are red once again. I have to remember her skin is delicate.
“Call me Bowen. Davis is my last name.” It’s been so long since anyone has said my first name. My mom was probably the last one. It had died with her.
“Bow?” Again that dimple reappears in her cheek.
“Yeah, Precious.” Her mouth falls open.
“I kind of liked kitten. Not gonna lie.” Then she gives me one of those quick kisses again. She pushes on our locked hands. I release her. She wraps her legs around us, pushing to roll me over. I go with her, letting her fall over us. “I’m hungry.”
So am I, but not for food.
“The kitchen is yours.” I want to tell her that's not all that’s hers, but I keep that to myself for now. I put my hands behind my head as her eyes roam over my body. For the first time in my life I actually wonder what someone thinks about how I look. Her face turns that sexy shade of pink again. I tell myself I’m the only one that can get her to blush. She jumps off me to hide it.
“I’m stealing your shirt.” She snags my discarded shirt off the floor before she heads out of my bedroom. Duke follows her out of the room, leaving me all alone. If I were him, I’d pick following her around instead of staying in this room with me too.
I don’t waste time getting myself ready. Not a chance with her in my kitchen. I’m not sure how long I’m going to be able to keep her here before she wants to head back to her own place. I am going to enjoy every moment of it. I grab my phone, making sure I don’t have any alerts before I head into the kitchen where she’s already cooking. Duke sits watching her every move.
“Coffee?” She turns to ask me. I take her in and she stands there in nothing but my shirt now. It hangs almost to her knees. My eyes travel up her gorgeous legs. She lifts her left foot, running it along the back of her calf as she stares back at me.
She looks natural in my kitchen. As though this is exactly where she belongs. This whole thing feels domestic. My throat grows tight with emotions that I don’t fully understand. I nod. “I’m guessing you take it black.” She lets out a laugh, one that gives me a funny feeling in my chest. Her looking so happy in my place is doing some funny shit to me.
“No, I’ll take it however you take it.” I want to know what she enjoys first thing in the morning. I want to know everything about her. Not the details I’d read off a report. I want to learn them right from her because I saw her doing it.
“Hope you like it sweet.” She winks at me before turning to make me a cup. I sit down to watch her. Then it hits me why my throat grew so tight. This is something I haven't seen since my parents were alive. It is also something I thought I’d never have for myself. I’d told myself I didn't want it. Losing them was hard.
I can't imagine what it would be like to lose someone close to me again. I realize now without really knowing I was doing it I made sure no one got too close. Now, Precious has all but slid right in here. For the first time in a long time I feel fear.