Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Instead, I stretched out my arm and murmured, “Here’s your hot chocolate.”
“Thanks.”
His grin made butterflies swirl in my belly, and the brush of his fingers against mine added to the sensation. I shivered a little, and Lincoln must have mistaken it for me being cold. Glancing over his shoulder toward the fireplace, he asked, “Do you want me to put a few logs on?”
I’d planned to start a fire this evening but had never actually gotten around to doing it. “That would be great.”
He took a sip of his drink first, letting out a little moan of pleasure at the taste that made my panties damp. “Mmm, this is really good.”
“Which is why I drink it so often.” I cupped my mug in my palms and blew across the top to cool the steaming liquid inside. “Ever since I got a milk frother for Christmas last year, it’s just too easy to make hot chocolate whenever I want it.”
“I certainly won’t complain if you want to have some more in the morning.” He set his mug down and strode over to the pile of logs I’d brought in this morning. When he bent over to set them in the fireplace, his jeans molded to his very fine butt. Biting my bottom lip, I gawked while he got the fire going and hastily looked down when he finished and turned back around.
“You don’t have to stay up with me.” He retrieved his mug and took another sip. “I’ve had a hell of a day and will probably fall asleep the minute my head hits a pillow.”
“Oh, right. Crap. Sorry.” I set my cup down and padded over to the coat closet near the front door. “The guest bedroom is set up as my office and has a futon, but the couch is much more comfortable. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve spent the night on it after falling asleep during the middle of a movie.”
“Here, let me take those.” When I turned around with my arms full of a pillow and blankets, Lincoln was right behind me. “I’m sure the couch will be fine. As I said, I’m beyond exhausted. Even if it’s hard as a board, I still won’t be up for long.”
“It might not look it, but this thing is the exact opposite of firm.” I walked over to the couch, cuddled up in the corner, and patted the cushion at my side. “More like super soft and plush.”
Lincoln carried the blankets and pillow over and dropped down next to me. “Damn, you’re right. This couch is way more comfortable than I expected, and that’s saying a lot since it looked pretty damn cozy.”
“Right?” I grinned at him and picked up my hot chocolate. Lincoln did the same, and we sat side by side, sipping our drinks and staring at the fire. The silence should’ve been awkward since we didn’t know each other, but something about being with him in the quiet of the night in the middle of a blizzard with a roaring fire was oddly comforting. So comforting, in fact, that I didn’t want to go back up to my bedroom after I finished my hot chocolate. Lincoln didn’t seem to mind my presence since he unfolded one of the blankets and spread the soft material over my lap before doing the same for himself with the other. Before I realized what was happening, I fell sound asleep. And by the time the sun rose in the sky, I had worked my way into Lincoln’s arms.
3
Lincoln
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had such a great night’s sleep. An odd fact considering I was half reclined on a couch that was just a bit too short for me, although incredibly comfortable. But I had a feeling my restful slumber had more to do with the beautiful woman in my arms.
A tiny snore slipped out from between her parted lips—ones I had been dying to taste since the moment I saw her last night. Bethenny was unbelievably gorgeous. Tall with endless legs, curved hips, a slim waist, and full, round, mouthwatering tits.
Her brown eyes reminded me of the hot chocolate she seemed addicted to, and they were rimmed with thick black lashes that currently rested on high cheekbones. Her long, curly, chestnut hair spilled down her back, and I realized I had one of my hands tangled in it, holding her in place.
I told myself to let go, but something in me resisted the idea. Forcefully. So, I did the opposite, snuggling her even closer into me and breathing in her delicious scent. Waking up like this every day for the rest of my life sounded like a great fucking idea.
My eyes popped open, and I stared at the intricate crown molding on the ceiling. Had I really just thought that? I had only known her for a handful of hours, most of which we’d spent asleep.