Total pages in book: 190
Estimated words: 181992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 181992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
Dax straightened as Addison and her relatives stood, each making promises that the other would see them again soon.
“I’m gonna head out as well,” Jag told him. “Got some shit to do.”
With a nod, Dax walked him to the front door. “Take care of yourself.”
“You too,” Jag gruffly returned before stalking over to his bike. Moments after he disappeared out of the driveway, Addison began guiding her relatives to the front door. After a round of goodbyes—and the several soft kisses she planted on her nephew’s head—she waved them off, not closing the door until their cars were pulling out onto the road.
Turning to Dax, she smiled at him. “Hudson is just the cutest baby in the world. And I don’t just say that as a biased aunt—which, of course, I am—I say it because it’s true.”
“Hmm,” was all he said, catching her wrist to pull her closer.
“I volunteered us for babysitting duty, by the way,” she said, sinking her fingers into his hair. “But so did my sisters, parents, Sabrina, her parents, and also my grandparents … so you won’t have to worry that we’ll be babysitting a lot.” Her brow creased. “Sadly.”
“You hungry?” he asked, tracing the dragonfly tattoo on her inner wrist with this thumb; stroking down the curve of its tail only to smoothy backtrack.
She pursed her lips. “Not yet. Maybe in an hour.”
He hummed deep in his throat. “Good. That gives me time to bend you over the sofa.”
He’d had to wake up early for an urgent business call, so he hadn’t been able to fuck her senseless this morning in bed. Then her relatives had arrived, so that had further curtailed his plans. He didn’t intend to delay them any further. Almost seven months they’d been married, but the intensity of his need for her still seemed boundless.
“We need to practice making our own baby,” he added, nuzzling her temple.
“We don’t get enough practice,” she said with complete seriousness, her pupils dilating, a slight flush staining her cheeks. “That needs rectifying.”
“Couldn’t agree more.”
Her eyes stared at—not into, but at—his own. “I don’t know which one is my favorite. The blue one, or the green one.” She twisted her mouth. “Hmm, yeah, I can’t pick. I love them both.”
“And me. You love me.”
A smile tugged at her lips. “And you.”
It meant more to him than she could know. Women had loved him before, but not exactly as he was—flaws, fuckups, illegal shit and all. Only Addison had given him that.
He kissed her, lapping up her taste—a taste that had years ago stamped itself in his memories and rooted itself deep, so there was no way he could forget it.
He’d never before been owned. Never. But yeah, she owned him.
Drawing back from the kiss, she looped her arms around his neck. “You’re quite loveable.”
Uh, not at all. “I don’t think many people would agree with that.”
“The haters don’t count,” she said with a dismissive curl of her upper lip. “If they’re too distracted by the predator in you, that’s on them. As I’ve said before, I’m quite partial to the wolf.”
A pleasant burn settling in his chest, he slid one hand down her wrist to thumb her rings. “Never forget.”
She full-on smiled. “I won’t. Never forget I love you right back.”