Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
I clear my throat. “She’s thirteen years younger than me, Maddie. She’s here for a few days, and then she’s moving on as soon as her car is ready.”
She goes to Rhett, and RJ climbs into her arms. “All I’m saying. The boys are smiling, and I saw the way you were looking at her when she got here yesterday. Plus, age is just a number. Right, honey?”
She leans in to kiss Rhett, and he hugs her to him. “That’s right, honey. But I was more worried about your brother than your age.”
They both laugh, and I shake my head. I’m about to say there’s no way Gia would want to stay here, but then I remember the video she made today. It may not be forever that she wants… but maybe I could be what she wants right now.
CHAPTER 13
GIANNA
The boys insisted on me walking with them out to the car and making me promise I’d be here the next morning when they got home. Dalton and I stood in the driveway waving as they left, and as soon as the taillights disappeared in the dust, I crossed my arms over my chest. “You okay?”
He nods, still not looking at me. “Yeah… I’m okay.”
I start walking back to the house. “Great. So I’m going to bed… maybe work a little bit.”
“I talked to Hank,” he says.
I hold my breath. “What did he say?”
“He’ll have your car ready in a few days. I know you have to be somewhere for work. You can take my truck if your car is not ready in time.”
I jerk my head toward him. Has he changed his mind? Is he ready for me to leave? I wouldn’t blame him after everything that happened today. “Okay… thanks.”
“I’m sorry for earlier. I freaked out and—”
I hold up my hands and wave them, forcing a smile to my face. “Forget it. It’s no big deal, I understand.” At least I think I do.
I start to walk away, and it’s not until I’m walking in the house that I realize Dalton is right on my heels. I’m about to escape down the hall to my bedroom when he stops me. “Gia.”
I stop, but I don’t turn around. He comes up behind me, and I can feel the heat coming off of him, but he doesn’t touch me. “I saw your video. The one where you’re looking for a cowboy romance.”
I stop breathing as he grabs on to my upper arms and pulls me back against his chest. He leans down, and I feel his breath on my neck. “I know you’re leaving, but I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t resist you, Gia.”
That’s exactly what I said in my video. I wanted to read a book where the man can’t resist her. I turn in his arms and lift my head to look up at him. He’s standing stiff, staring down at me, and the desire in his eyes is evident. I reach up and put a hand on each side of his neck. His pulse is racing under my palm. “I don’t want you to resist me. I know what you’re offering me, Dalton, and I’m okay with it. I want you.”
He doesn’t hold back. His body slams into mine. His hands are everywhere. His mouth is on mine, and he starts to undress me right here in the foyer. I moan. “Bedroom.”
He pulls me toward the stairs, and I tug on him to stop. “We can go to my room.”
He shakes his head. “No, I want you in my bed.”
He pulls me up the steps, and as soon as we’re in his room, I can’t help but look at the framed photo next to the bed. I saw it earlier when the boys were in here playing.
His eyes go to the photo. “Shit. I’m sorry, I wasn’t even thinking.”
“It’s okay,” I say, shaking my head side to side.
He takes the picture and lays it face down. “I’m sorry,” he repeats.
I interrupt him. “Do you want to go to my room? Or if you’ve changed your mind, we don’t have to…”
I let my voice trail off, and he stalks over to me. “Don’t finish that sentence. I want this, I want you, and I want to have you in my bed. It’s only the two of us, Gia. Only you and me.”
He kisses me, and it doesn’t take long before I forget everything except how he makes me feel. My heart flutters in my chest as he removes my shirt and then kisses my skin. His hot breath on me heightens everything I feel, and when he presses his mouth over my breast through the silky material of my bra, I arch my back, wanting more.
His hands are in the waistband of my shorts, pulling them down my thighs, and I step out of them. In only a bra and panties, he puts his hands at my waist, holding me an arm’s length away from him. For one brief moment, I fear that he’s pushing me away again, but the way his fingers dig into my hips and he looks at me has me waiting with bated breath.