Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Her words were said into my belly, and I had to bite my lip to keep from bursting out laughing.
We stayed like that for long moments, her with her face buried in my stomach, and me sifting my hands through her hair.
In fact, that’d been all I intended to do was hold her, but she had different ideas.
“I think we need to forget,” she murmured. “Tomorrow we’ll pretend that this didn’t happen. That I don’t know what I know, and that my dad’s not an even bigger douche bag than I always knew he was. Today? Today, we’ll forget.”
I liked the way she thought, but one thing wasn’t going to happen.
“We’re not forgetting that this all would’ve been solved if your father wasn’t a douchebag,” I told her. “He’s ruined a lot of lives, and continues to try to ruin yours. We’re not forgetting that he’d do anything to make your life miserable.”
She breathed out, then stood up, her body so close to mine that we touched from chest to thighs.
“I know,” she admitted. “But it’s hard to think about. I mean, who the hell has relations with a woman the same age as their daughter, and then doesn’t follow up with that, even when they’re supposed to be a man of God?”
I had no answer to that, so I brought my mouth down on hers.
The kiss was short and sweet, but enough to convey what I was feeling for her.
“Get naked,” I ordered.
She laughed.
“I’m still mad at you,” she pushed herself away and walked around the chair, and then even further until she was on the other side of the table.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because yesterday at Bord’s you ignored me,” she said. “You saw me, I know you did.”
I snorted.
“It was either wave at you, or send Ariya into another round of questions that only has to do with you, or not piss her off.” I explained. “She thinks I’ve always had the hots for you.”
She didn’t need to know that Ariya was right.
“Have you?”
I paused, contemplating how much to tell her.
“I’ve always found you intriguing,” I finally settled on.
Her brows went up. “You’ve always ‘intrigued’ me, too.”
I chuckled and started to round the table.
She shuffled to keep the table in between her and me.
I paused, my head tilting to the side. “You don’t want me to touch you?”
She pursed her cute little lips. “I want to have my head about me. It seems when you get too close, I can’t remember what I should and shouldn’t be doing. Plus, your answer of ‘I’ve always found you intriguing’ isn’t good enough. I want the hard, dirty details.”
I snorted.
And before she could do much more than squeak, I vaulted over the table and snatched her up in my arms.
She gasped and froze as I pressed my hard length against her hip.
“You want to know that I’m a dirty boy and had the hots for a girl that was way too fucking young for me?” I questioned.
She bit her lip and nodded.
“Fine,” I said. “I wanted to fuck you from the time you grew those breasts. I made myself join the military so I’d forget about you.”
“Did it work?” she whispered.
I nodded. “It did. Without you under my nose around every turn, I was able to focus on other things. The minute I got back, all bets were off.”
Her brows rose as she tried to squirm out of my hold.
“Let me go, you big galoot.” She squirmed harder.
I held her so tightly against me that all that she was doing was moving against the length of my cock, making me want to rip the jeans straight off her legs and throw them out the fucking window.
I grunted when one particular wiggle had her breaking free of my hold.
Though, she wouldn’t have done it if I wasn’t afraid that she was going to hurt herself by twisting so hard that I had no choice but to let her go or hurt her by holding on.
She took the newfound freedom and dashed out of the room.
I followed her much slower, coming to a stop outside of her room and pausing to lean up against the doorframe.
She was folding laundry of all things.
“You’re telling me you’d rather do chores?” I asked incredulously.
“You really did piss me off today,” she added as she tucked a towel underneath her chin, pinched it between her chin and her chest, and then proceeded to fold it.
“I know,” I said. “If it makes you feel better, I pissed myself off, too.”
She shook her head. “No, not really.”
My eyes watched her every movement. The way she easily folded clothes into perfectly pressed presentation. Something that would’ve literally taken me five minutes and a freakin’ headache to accomplish.
Then she started in on a sheet, and I moved in to help her, taking the edges from her without a word. The minute the sheet was finished, I took it from her and laid it on the bed next to her other clothes, then stared in fascination as she finished it up by doing the impossible—folding a fitted sheet.