Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
My inner muscles clamp down tight around his cock as pleasure flows through every molecule in my body.
He frantically thrusts a few more times before stilling above me. The veins in his neck stand out as his cock jerks deep inside my core. When he releases my leg and rolls over to pull me against him, I lay my head on his chest.
He rubs slow circles on my shoulder before leaning up to kiss my forehead. “I love you, firecracker.”
“Firecracker?” It’s the only thing my mushy mind can come up with. I place my chin on his chest and stare into his eyes.
“That’s right. You’re my little firecracker.” He smirks. “You’re strong and sassy, and I love to light your fuse.”
Warmth blooms across my cheeks. “I think I’m pretty level-headed to have put up with your grumpy butt without committing murder,” I tease, remembering how grumpy he stayed.
“Remember your interview?” He laughs, the memory lighting up his eyes. I feel a prickle of awareness humming through me. “You blew me away with your fierce independence and adorable laugh.”
I nod, instantly transported back to the day, and I think we’re remembering it a little differently. I remember stepping into a chaotic office and wondering what in the world I had gotten myself into. “Yeah, I remember. I was this close to bolting when I saw how bad it was,” I admit.
He laughs, the sound deep and rough, resonating through the bedroom. “You didn’t bolt. You walked right in and told me my office looked like it was organized by a kindergartener. And that’s when I knew you were exactly what I needed,” he says, a seriousness creeping into his tone. “You showed up, saw the mess, and still took it on. You lit up the room, and I started looking forward to going to work every day. Just to see you. Somewhere along the way, you stole my heart.”
“I love you, too,” I admit, watching his eyes widen as he smiles and hugs me closer.
“Fucking hell, I’m the luckiest man on earth.”
Chapter 7
Noah
The early light filters softly through the cabin windows, casting gentle shadows across the wooden floor like familiar phantoms. I blink awake slowly, the remnants of last night weaving through my senses as an indelible mix of wonder and awe. It takes a moment to gather myself, to situate my thoughts in this new and deeply welcomed normal.
Scarlett is cuddled against me, her breathing slow and steady. Her wild cascade of red hair splayed across the pillow was tousled by sleep and our late-night exercise. She's undeniably beautiful, more so in this honest light which strips away everything but her perfectness. Being here with her feels right in every conceivable way.
And then there’s Minnie, nestled annoyingly close to my chest, occupying my pillow as if she owns it. Her purring is low and constant, like a little motor signaling she’s claimed her territory. I can’t help but smirk. Who knew I’d find myself here? This scene of unexpected domesticity, brought together by a snowstorm and circumstances far beyond my control, feels like the most natural thing in the world.
I glance down at Scarlett, noting the way her eyelashes cast delicate shadows on her cheeks. Every detail of her perfect face carves itself deeper into my memory. How fiercely I’m in love with her hits me with the force of a freight train. I want her beside me, not just in the quiet of a snow-bound morning but in the wild chaos of everyday life. I want to wake up to her fiery hair and her stubborn cat every goddamn day for the rest of my life.
Gently, I move to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, watching her stir into wakefulness. She mumbles something incomprehensible, the sound soft and grumbling, and I smile.
“Morning.” Her voice is groggy as she blinks into wakefulness, meeting my gaze with a sleepy grin.
“Morning,” I reply and lean over to kiss her soft lips.
She stretches lazily, and as her hand finds mine, I squeeze it lightly, assuring her what we found here is real. Her eyes flutter open, focusing on mine.
“This is a great way to wake up,” she muses aloud. “You sure you don’t mind sharing your pillow with Minnie?” There’s a hint of a tease in her voice, a nod to my journey from cat-tolerable to pseudo-cat-loving.
I let out a low laugh, shrugging against the pillows. “She’s grown on me kinda like her owner has.”
A soft, playful smack on the arm tells me I’ve hit my mark, and the cabin fills with our mutual laughter, drowning out the storm outside. “I’m glad.” She sighs and I realize I’ll do whatever it takes to make her happy.
“Coffee?” I suggest, knowing my curvy little firecracker needs her morning caffeine kick.
“You stocked up on coffee, too?” She sighs in relief and snuggles back under the covers, muttering, “You are the perfect guy, but it’s too cold to get up.”