Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 96249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
“It kind of sucks that the group is falling apart so much.”
“Yeah, but people are going to be people. Maybe things will get better as we all settle in some more. This has been a long time to be stuck together.”
“I guess. It’s been nice having this space to myself. I really have to thank your folks. This was so nice of them.”
“How about we test out that bathtub? You should soak.”
“That sounds like a great idea as long as you’re coming in with me.”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“Trev?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m glad it was you and that I love you so much. Being in Paris on a rainy… that’s going to make the memory last forever. I love you.”
I take her lips and kiss her deeply. “I love you too.”
Suddenly, her brows wrinkle. “What?” I ask.
“What was in that box?”
I give her a grin and peck her lips. “Stay right here,” I croon and jump from the bed.
I rush to the common area and retrieve the box. With a smile on my lips, I head back into the bedroom. I sit down on the bed and open the lid.
Lynn sits up with a smile on her lips. Her eyes are sparkling. My chest tightens with so much love for her. I reach to lift one of the cupcakes out of the box.
Turning to place the box down on the nightstand, I then turn back to her and peel the paper back from the treat. I hold the cupcake up to her lips.
She takes a bit with a smile, frosting on her perfect lips. I smile and lean in to lick it off. I groan, wanting to lay her down to take her again.
She wipes my lips and pecks my cheek. “You remembered our truce.”
I peck the tip of her nose. “I went all around Paris until I found a bakery willing to make our cupcakes.”
“They’re perfect. Almost taste like the real deal.”
“No one will ever make our cupcakes as good as you do.” I give her a grin.
“They don’t call me Babycakes for nothing.”
“Am I forgiven?”
“I thought I made that clear when I gave you my body.”
“You can give someone your body and not have feelings for them, darlin’.”
She moves to straddle my body. Then cups my face. “Promise me we’ll never make love while mad at each other,” she purrs against my lips.
“I don’t know,” I drag out.
“What?” she gasps and jerks her head back.
“When we’ve had angry sex or make-up sex, you’ll understand,” I chuckle.
She places her forehead to mine. “As long as it’s with you, I don’t care if it’s happy, angry, or all the emotions you can think of at once. I love you, Trevor.”
“I love you too, Lynn. I always will.”
CHAPTER 22
Butterfly Kisses
Lynn
I sit in the accent chair, sipping my hot chocolate while humming to myself and watching Trev sleep. The sheet is low, resting right above the swell of his backside.
I lift a brow and smile at my thoughts. I almost let a giggle slip as I wonder if he has fingernail prints on that pale ass from me digging into it as he pumped inside me last night.
After our bath, we made love a few more times. Trevor was patient and careful with me each time. Well, almost every time. That last time was pretty intense and a little rough, but I liked it.
“I can feel your eyes on me,” Trevor’s deep voice fills the room.
I grin over my mug and watch as he slowly turns his head to look back at me. I wish I had a camera in my hands to take a picture of him just like this. His strong arms wrapped around his pillow.
His sleep-messed hair, his sexy body and smooth skin—I want to capture it all to keep the memory forever. My sex clutches as he turns on his side and props his head up on his palm, his elbow on the pillow.
I drop my gaze down over his abs to that sexy V and then lower to his length, pushing at the sheet. Phew, that thing is magic. I shake my thoughts off and lift my eyes back to his face.
He has his lip trapped between his teeth as a smile plays on his handsome face. I realize that he’s been watching me as well. My nipples tighten beneath the thin T-shirt I have on.
“What are you doing up?” he asks in a sleep-heavy voice.
“I had to get up and wash my hair and dry it properly so it doesn’t smell,” I say with a frown.
Being out in the rain yesterday drenched my braids. I never did get a chance to tend to them. I woke and got right to it this morning.
“You always smell delicious. Come here, I miss you. You’re too far away,” he croons and holds his arms open to me.