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)
“Want some coffee?” he asks.
“Yeah.” I drop my eyes to his hand when it wraps around mine, and he uses his hold on me to lead me into the kitchen. Letting me go at the side of the counter, he walks to the coffee pot and opens the cupboard above it to get out a mug. “What’s your meeting about?”
“We’re considering purchasing a plot of land near Nashville for a build, so I’m going to take a look at it with my cousin April.”
“That sounds exciting.” I hop up on the counter, and he takes in where I’m sitting, his eyes seeming darker than seconds ago and making me wonder if he’s thinking about last night.
I squeeze my thighs together.
“Sugar, creamer?” he asks, pouring coffee into the mug.
“Both, please.” I watch him add both and stir before he brings it over to me.
“What’s on your schedule today?” he asks as I wrap my hands around the mug he hands to me.
“I have a couple of clients this morning and another after lunch.” I take a sip of the coffee. “After work, I need to head to the store to pick up stuff for dinner tonight.”
“What are you making?” he asks, fitting himself between my legs, and I have to admit I really like this position. I also really like that since last night, he has constantly found a way to bring me closer or just get closer to me in general.
“I don’t know. I haven’t decided yet. What’s your favorite thing to eat?”
“I haven't had the chance to eat it yet.” He smirks while my mouth drops open.
“You didn’t just say that.”
“You asked.” He laughs, and I shake my head as I try not to smile.
“Just for that, I’m making you a microwave meal.” I take another sip of coffee as he reaches around me and lifts a single key off the counter. “What’s this for?” I ask, taking it when he passes it to me.
“So you can let yourself in if I’m not here. I should be home by six unless I get caught up somewhere, but I’ll call and let you know if that happens.”
“I was just going to cook next door and bring everything over when you got home.”
“Just cook here.”
“Are you sure?”
“That’s why I gave you the key.” He takes the coffee mug from me, and I watch him set it on the counter, then gasp when he grabs me behind the knees and yanks me forward so that I’m pressed tightly up against his front. I don’t even have a chance to adjust to our new position when he captures my throat and tips my head back. “I have to take off.”
“Okay,” I breathe, fisting his shirt in my hand, the other wrapped tight around the key. My eyes slide closed as his mouth lowers to mine, and he kisses me.
As the kiss deepens, I lift my hips into his, reveling in the sound he makes in the back of his throat, which is a mixture between a groan and a growl. I know he said he won’t fuck me until I know what this is, but I have the urge to push him, to see if I can get him to break his own rule.
A rule that shocked me last night because I’ve never known a man to turn down the offer of sex without complications.
But he’s obviously got more willpower than I do, and I know this for certain when he slows the kiss and pulls away but keeps his face close to mine.
“I’ll see you tonight.”
“Tonight,” I whisper my agreement, and he grins a smug grin before brushing his nose across mine and stepping back. I instantly miss his warmth and his touch.
Looking over at where Gemma has sprawled out on the cushioned mat in front of the sink, he taps his thigh. “Come on, Gemma,” he calls out, and she bounds up off the floor and runs over to him as his gaze comes back to me. “Later, babe.”
“Have a good day.” I watch the two of them disappear from the kitchen and hear the front door open then close. Dropping my eyes to my hand, I open my fingers and look at the key on my palm, smiling, then hop down from the counter and grab my coffee. Taking it to the bedroom, I pack up my stuff and make the bed before heading over to Kourtney’s.
Arriving at work an hour and a half later, I open the door, and Holly smiles at me from behind the desk with the phone pressed to her ear.
“Morning,” I whisper as I pass her, and she waves in return.
Letting myself into my office, I flip on the light and walk to my desk, putting my bag away before I grab my laptop. I look at my schedule to see if anything has changed since I left yesterday evening. As I’m scanning through it, Holly steps into my office, holding her phone out toward me.