Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
I quickly get dressed and make my way to her room, knocking softly on her door. It swings open on its own, and her scent fills my lungs. God, I can’t wait for that smell to be all over this house. All over my bed and me.
Not seeing her in the room, I hear her singing again and follow the sound into the kitchen. She’s sitting at the kitchen island, her bare tan feet swinging away. She’s dressed in a robe. The sight has me stopping in my tracks. She looks so comfortable and at home. She stops singing, a small smile pulling at her lips. Her hair is out of its braid and hangs in wet locks all around her. It looks even longer when it’s down, I think absently.
She stares back at me for God knows how long before she breaks the silence.
“You hungry?” she asks, her eyes roaming over me.
Yeah, but probably not for what she’s thinking. I can’t help but wonder if she’s completely bare under there. If I could drop to my knees and feast on her. Finally fill the hunger that’s been eating me alive for months. But I have a feeling that won’t sate it either.
“Yeah, I need to run over to my brother’s.” I walk over to the other side of the kitchen island, wanting to hide my erection. “Was thinking you could come and we could grab something to eat in town after.”
“Dolly is coming over,” she reminds me. As much as I like that Dolly is trying to make Luciana feel welcome, I want her to myself. But I can tell Luciana isn’t the type to break her plans.
“All right,” I tell her. I know I’ll get to my brother’s and back as soon as possible. I’ll have dinner with them, then push Dolly out the door as fast as I can. After that maybe I can talk Lucy into a movie or take her down to the pond or something. Anything. It’s Friday and we don’t need to be up early tomorrow. I smile, liking that idea.
I come around the island, making it clear I’m coming for her. Her feet stop swinging, and it’s then I notice her toenails are painted a bright red. Jesus, even that’s hot. I’ve never noticed polish on a woman before. Her eyes get big as I crowd into her space. The smell of her melon body wash hits me, and I lean down, wanting to breathe more of it in.
“I’ll be back in a little bit,” I tell her before I place my lips to hers in a soft kiss. Her mouth opens in surprise, and I let my tongue slide in for a moment. Getting a taste of her to hold me over until I get back. When she moans, I pull back fast, knowing this would only go one way if I stayed even a moment longer.
Without another word, I grab my keys and head out the door. I don’t turn back to look at her because I know I wouldn’t be able to close the door behind me if I did. I turn and lock the door before heading to my truck and hopping in to drive to my brother’s place.
I feel like I took a shot of whiskey, and the buzz doesn’t lessen by the time I finally make it over to Trace’s.
When I pull up, he’s out his door before I can even exit my truck.
“What’s the problem?” he barks, coming down off his porch and straight to me.
“You tell me,” I toss back at him. Movement at one of his windows catches my eyes, drawing them there. But Trace steps into my line of sight.
“I can take days off if I want. It’s my ranch. I can do whatever I like.”
“Not saying you can’t, just saying you’re not acting like yourself is all.”
“Well, I’m telling you I’m fine.” His words are final, and I know he wants me to leave. It’s written in his stance. Then it hits me. I see the possessive glare in his eyes.
“That a woman you got in there?” I nod towards the window his big frame is blocking from my view.
“It’s best you mind your own business and head back out. I’ll call you if I need something. Until then, I’m busy.”
“All right,” I tell him easily, not wanting to fight with him. I want to be here right now as much as he wants me here.
“All right?” he repeats, shocked that I’m not pushing.
“You’re a grown man, Trace, and I don’t give two shits what you’re doing over here,” I tell him as I turn to leave. “Doesn’t mean Dolly will be so inclined.”
“Fuck,” I hear him mumble.
“I’ll tell them you’re fine, but you can only stay off the radar so long before Dolly comes poking. You know how she is. You’re lucky she’s busy poking me right now or she’d already be on you,” I tell him before I close my truck door. Trace shakes his head and turns to head back into his house.