Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
With Olivia at my side, we step into the living room, where the kids are packing up their candy and gathering all the empty wrappers to throw away, which there are dozens of.
“I don’t feel bery good,” Lillian—Harmony and Harlen’s youngest—whispers, walking up to me, and I lift her off her feet.
“How much candy did you eat?” Olivia asks, and Lillian gives her a wonky smile.
“Lots.”
“Lots?” Oli repeats, laughing and smoothing her hand over my niece’s hair, and she nods. “By the morning, you’ll feel better, okay?”
“Well, I feel great,” Nash announces with a mouthful of some kind of chewy candy, making everyone laugh.
After passing Lillian off to her dad, who helps her into her coat, I watch Olivia hug my mom and everyone else before I open the door for them and say goodbye. When I finally close the door behind my parents, who are the last to leave, I meet Oli’s gaze across the now quiet room.
“See? That wasn’t so bad.”
“You’re right. It wasn’t. You still have the best family.” She walks with me into the kitchen, then hops up on the counter, opening the tray of cupcakes she brought over that is empty except for one. After taking out the last cupcake, she licks some of the frosting from the top. Holding myself still, I watch her pull down the edge of the wrapper and take a bite before her eyes lift to mine.
“Sorry.” She licks her lips. “Did you want some of this?”
“Just a taste.” I walk to where she's sitting and get close, watching her pupils dilate when I use my hips to push her knees apart and grab her wrist. Lifting her hand, I take a bite of the cupcake between us and lick away the frosting from my upper lip while her gaze drops to my mouth to watch.
“Good?” The question is breathy and goes right to my dick.
“I’m not sure.” I let her wrist go and take the cupcake from her.
Taking another bite, I feel her thighs flex around my hips, then slide my thumb through the thick frosting as I swallow and meet her gaze.
“Bax,” she breathes as I swipe my thumb across her bottom lip, then lean in to lick away the sweet, creamy frosting. She whimpers in response, and I drop the cupcake to the counter so I can have both my hands free.
With one hand behind her, I tug her forward and wrap the other around her hip.
I don’t take my time. My mouth devours hers.
Her lips open under mine, and I drink her in, memorize her taste, and kiss her like I’ve wanted to for days. Pressing in deeper when her legs circle my hips, I groan in response when I feel her nails bite into my skin. I’ve never experienced anything more beautiful in my fucking life than her heat pressed up against me, and I want more but know it’ll never be enough.
When my hand at her back moves forward and finds its way under the edge of her shirt, and I feel her soft, smooth skin, then the lace of her bra under my palm, I pull it back and ball my hand into a fist. I drop it to the counter next to her hip and drag her bottom lip between my teeth before I let it go, kissing away the sting before dragging my mouth from hers.
“We need to slow down.” We still need to talk, and we both need to be on the same page about what happens next.
“No, please.” She slides her fingers into my hair and tugs as she lifts her hips into mine.
Fuck.
Moving my hand from her thigh to her jaw, I give in and deepen the kiss as I let my free hand roam, and she whimpers down my throat. I’m done for. I don’t know how I talked myself into believing even for a second that I could fight the pull when it comes to her.
When her hands move between us, and I feel her fingers at the button of my jeans, I find more willpower than I ever knew I had and use it to rip my mouth from hers once again as I grab both her hands in one of mine.
“Bax.” She pants, wiggling her fingers.
Fuck. Lifting my forehead from hers, I let my gaze roam over her face. Her eyes are lust drunk, lips swollen, and cheeks pink. I don’t know how she looks after she’s had an orgasm, but I’m looking forward to seeing her after she comes if this is what she looks like when all I’ve done is kiss her.
I’m so hard I ache, and I know nothing but being inside her is going to offer me any type of relief.
I shake my head, trying to clear the thought of fucking her from my mind, and let her hands go.