Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 82634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
I walk to her, grabbing her around her waist and shutting the door with my foot. “Never a third without a second.”
Chapter 32
Evelyn
The doorbell rings, and I literally jump out of bed. My stomach starts to speed up, my palms sweat, and I take my phone with me as I walk to the door. I wrap my cashmere sweater around myself and walk quietly. I look out the peephole, and I see him. “Manning?” I say, opening the door. “What are you doing here?”
He doesn’t answer me. Instead, he walks in and grabs me around my waist, causing my stomach to flutter for a whole different reason. He closes the door with his foot, and right before his lips crash down on mine, he says, “Never a third without a second.”
My arms wrap around his neck, and my legs go around his waist as he walks into my house, going to my bedroom with his mouth on mine. I move my hands from his neck to his hair, and I swear I could kiss him every single day for the rest of my life, and it’ll be like a first-time kiss. I let go of his lips. “Hi,” I say softly, touching his face, the beard itchy on my hand. “I can’t believe you came back.”
“I couldn’t stay away,” he says, turning to sit on my bed. My legs stay around his waist, and I straddle him now. He pushes my hair behind my shoulder.
“Is everything okay?” I ask him, then lean in to kiss him softly.
“She released a statement saying it’s a private matter and that we are working through it as a family,” he says, and I just swallow, wondering if he will regret doing all of this. I look down now, not sure I can look in his eyes without him seeing that. The last thing he needs is more stress.
“I put out a statement saying that this is a private matter, and we are working on things separately. Tomorrow, Candace is going to drop that we are getting divorced.”
“Are you sure?” I ask him softly. “It’s okay if you changed your mind.”
“I think I’m in love with you,” he says, and I stop breathing. My heart stops beating in my chest. “I know it sounds stupid. I know we barely know each other, but . . .” He looks down at my chest rising and falling.
“I knew I was falling in love with you when I let you go, and I couldn’t breathe,” I tell him. “When the sadness seeped down to my bones. My whole body felt like I was run over by a truck, which was crazy. I broke up with Dex, and I went to work the next day. I think I cried for an hour.”
“I hate that I made you cry,” he says, touching my cheek with his thumb. Both of my hands are on his face, and I lean in to kiss him softly. “I hate that you went through that alone.” His voice is almost a whisper.
My hands move down from his face to his shoulders and then to his chest. I open his jacket and slip it off his shoulders, then I lean in and kiss his neck. “I would wonder if you were thinking about me,” I say, moving my hands under his shirt and pushing it up over his head. “Wonder if you were dreaming of me.” I kiss under his chin. “I used to go to bed at night and pray you would be in my dreams.”
“Every single night since the day I met you,” he says, taking off my cashmere sweater and leaving me in a tank top and panties. “Every single dream is of you.” He pulls down one spaghetti strap, almost snapping it. “I would wake up with your name on my lips,” he says, taking a nipple into his mouth, and my head falls back. “Every night, I would fall asleep to your smiling face.” He pulls down the other side. “You laughing.” He bites the other nipple and then sucks it in. “You moaning my name.”
“I missed this.” I tell him the truth. “Us.” I get up now off him. Pulling my tank over my head, I then slip my panties off. His eyes go darker blue now. I step between his legs, and he kisses my stomach as his hands rub up my legs to my ass. “I would think about all the things I wanted you to do to me.”
“Tell me,” he says, and I shake my head.
“Better if I show you,” I say softly and kiss his lips. “Will you make love to me?” I ask, and he has me in the air and on my back in the blink of an eye. He strips himself of his pants, and I watch him.