Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 36185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
I mean, who would say no to him? Not me, for sure. Nope, I’m going to enjoy it while I can.
16
CRUZ
We’ve eaten our fill, and it’s obvious that I’m just biding time now, ready to get her to bed. She gets up from my lap, and I let her go, even though I don’t want to. She starts covering the leftover food. “I should probably go to bed.”
She’s not looking at me. As a matter of fact, she’s looking everywhere but at me. I stand up and stretch my arms over my head. She gets two steps from me, and I catch up with her. “Where do you think you’re going?”
She gestures her head toward the bedroom she’s staying in. “To bed.”
I put one hand on her lower back and point in toward her room. “You rather we sleep in there?”
Her eyebrows lift. “Uh, we?”
I nod. “Yep. I’m not done with you, Tara Brooks.”
A look crosses her face, but before I can figure it out, she hides it. “What was that look? What are you thinking?”
She rubs her thighs together and winces. “I don’t think I can—”
She looks away, and I put a finger on her chin and lift up. “Fuck, honey. You’re sore.”
She scrunches her nose up and nods, still not looking at me. “Yeah, a little.”
“Where do you want to sleep?”
Finally her eyes go to mine. “You still want to sleep together?”
I think I’m as surprised as she is because usually after sex I’m ready to get out the door. But tonight was different. It wasn’t sex… it was so much more. “Yeah, I do.”
She turns and heads back to my room and stands at the end of the bed. “Which side do you want?”
I flip off the light and chuckle softly as I stop next to her. “Pick whichever you want, it’s not going to matter by the morning.”
She climbs into the bed and lies down close to the edge. I climb in after her and lie down in the middle, then hook an arm around her waist and pull her flush against me. She turns, and with laughter in her voice, she says, “I never would have thought you were a cuddler after sex.”
I don’t even have to think about it. “I’m not, usually. It’s different with you.”
She opens her mouth but then closes it again. I adjust us some more until she’s lying practically on top of me and then settle with a sigh of content. With her head pressed against my chest, she murmurs, “You okay?”
I have our legs threaded together and both arms wrapped around her. It’s almost like I’m afraid she’s going to get up and walk away from me. Just the thought has me holding her tighter. “Yeah, I’m good. You okay?”
She nuzzles her hot little body against mine, and I have to hold back a groan. I can feel my cock expanding, and I can’t believe it has any life left. “Yeah, I’m perfect.”
We lie here for a few minutes, and I know I should let her sleep, but I can’t. I want to ask her a hundred questions and get to know everything I can about her.
“What is it?” she asks. She lifts her head and then lays it back down on my chest. “I can go to my room.”
I tighten my arms around her instantly and then realize I’m probably crushing her, so I let go a little. “No, I don’t want you to go. I was thinking I wanted to talk, but I know you should get some sleep.”
Fuck, how corny do I sound?
She seems surprised. “You want to talk?”
I stroke my hand in her now dry hair. “Yeah. Tell me about you.”
She blows out a breath. “Well, I think you know everything there is to know. I’m a florist. I love my job. I like to read, I hate to sing karaoke but Lexi always convinces me to do it and I end up having the best time. Uh, I would love to travel one day and see something outside of Whiskey Run. And you know my family.”
I ask her about where she dreams of traveling and her shop, and after she tells me about that, I ask her the question I’m dying to know the answer to. “What are you going to do if Grant asks you to come back to him?”
She snorts out a laugh. “Tell him to go fuck himself.”
When I’m silent, she lifts her head and searches out my face in the darkness. “What? You think I’d actually go back to him?”
“I know you said you don’t love him—”
She cuts me off. “I don’t. Do you really think if I loved another man, I’d be here with you?”
Relief settles over me. I’ve never been the jealous type, but just thinking of her with another man almost sends me into a rage. I wrap my hand in her hair. “No, I don’t, but maybe I just needed to hear it again.”