Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
“King, I think we should talk.” I’m not upset about him leaving me for hours on end to find Mae, not at all. King was where he needed to be, with his daughter. The upsetting point was the lack of communication, the not knowing anything. He and his daughter both went silent. That’s one thing I can’t handle.
“Fuck, we’ll talk, but this is not the end of us. Do you hear me?” He takes action. My blanket drops from around my body. His hands are cupping both my cheeks as he walks me backwards until we’re near the couch, where one of his arms braces our fall. My legs automatically spread, cradling his hips as our lips meet. There’s no denying him. I’d never do that anyway. This man is everything I’ve ever wanted, not the white picket fence and kids running around chasing a ball. That’s not my dream, my dream is right here, the two of us, loving and cherishing one another for the rest of our days. My tongue chases his. The hand that was cupping my cheek slides down the length of my body, beneath the band of my sweatpants, grasping the cheek of my ass, motioning for me to lift my legs to wrap around him.
“King, wait. We need to talk. And I’m not saying this is ending,” I say on a breath as he moves from my lips and kisses the slope of my neck.
“I know we’re not ending this. I love you too much to let you run away. I’d chase you to the end of this earth and do it over and over again until you realize wherever you are is where I’m always going to be.”
“It’s hard to stay upset with you when you lay down those words, because I love you, too.” Tears are streaming down my cheeks. This time, King doesn’t wipe them away, not like he could with how fast they’re coming anyways.
“Then I’ll say them and apologize to you as well. I’m sorry I left you, I’m sorry I didn’t answer your texts or your calls, I’m sorry that I wasn’t there for you when I should have let Mae find her way, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you how I felt before now.” God, this man. There’s no being upset with him. Every single time I’m ready to rant and rave, he’s either making me laugh, kissing me silly, or saying the right words with the actions to back up the promises.
“I love you, too, King, so much. You going after Mae didn’t upset me. She’s your daughter and comes first. I would have kicked your ass if you hadn’t, or I would have left barefoot to chase after her myself.” He goes to kiss me again, but my hand moves to his chest, pushing him back because I’m not done talking. “I’m not done yet. That talk my dad had with you, when I told you I didn’t want children, I was being honest. All I want is a great man by my side to wake up with every morning and go to sleep with every night, and a career for as long as I can work. That’s it.”
“I already knew about the children. I’m not going to try and change your mind, but we have time. You want a baby, I’ll do my damndest to make sure we succeed. You don’t, I’m okay with that. One day soon, you’ll have my ring on your finger. The only reason you don’t have one now is because I’m still looking for the perfect one. Are we done talking? We’ve only got another thirty minutes until the snow starts falling again, and I’d like you home tonight for Christmas morning. We’ll wake up, do the fun stuff in the morning, then head over here,” he states, just throwing it all out there, and I’m over here gasping like a fish out of water yet loving everything he’s just said.
“Kiss me.” My voice is hoarse, rasping from the tumultuous emotions we’ve gone through today, and the only thing that’s going to make it turn around is the man right here on top of me, taking my lips, hips pushing into mine. King’s still in his clothes from last night. I’m in clothes that can easily be ripped off my body, and I’m definitely contemplating sliding my hand along the length of his cock when I feel his fingers graze against my witness. It seems Kingston Thomas is way ahead of any plans I could ever make, leaving my lips, nipping, licking, and sucking on my skin until he’s wrapping his mouth across my cloth-covered pebbled nipple. “King.” I squirm until he slips a finger inside my wetness.
“Fuck, I hate like hell to end this, but the next time I take you, it’ll be in my bed, you wearing nothing but the diamond I put around your neck, eyes on mine as I slide inside you.” He takes his hand away from my entrance, using my wetness to coat my lips. My tongue slides out, tasting myself where he’s smeared it. “One more kiss before we’re leaving,” he grunts out before his lips land back on mine. It’s nice to know I make him lose his mind as much as I lose mine around him. Contentment I didn’t know I needed to feel surrounds me, and I know King has everything to do with it.