Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48258 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48258 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
“Gabi,” I warn her to keep her mouth shut.
I didn’t almost kill him. The car, that I accidentally tripped him in front of, almost killed him. Luckily, he only ended up with a broken arm and some scratches on his face. He never did call me back even though I said I was sorry five million times. How was I supposed to know he was allergic to peanuts when I sent the apology cookies that put him back in the hospital a few days later?
“Maybe we should warn Barrett about all the accidents that happen to the men around you. So he can be on the lookout,” she deadpans before she bursts into laughter.
“I have to say, I’ve enjoyed all the accidents so far,” Barrett teases back. Yeah, because they all end with me half naked. He leans over and nibbles my neck. “You don’t agree?”
All thoughts leave my head when his lips touch my neck.
“We should go.” Gabi jumps up from her chair. Maybe she’s already pregnant and her hormones are making her crazy, because she’s acting like a nut.
I don’t try and stop her because I want to be alone with Barrett and possibly go back out to the swing. I stand up as Gabi and Neal come around and we all says our goodbyes. “I’ll call you tomorrow about the fair,” Gabi says before she and Neal head off.
“She thinks if she leaves we might make a baby,” I say, trying to poke fun at all the things my sister was saying tonight over dinner.
“Is that so?” he says slowly as he leans against the counter and looks me up and down. “And what is it you want to do?”
I’m not sure if he’s talking about babies or what we should do right now. I really don’t want him to leave, and as much as the idea of having a cute squishy baby with Barrett gets all my hormones going, I’m not ready to scare him off.
“We could go back to the swing.”
He reaches for me and I slide my hand into his. Our fingers lock together, and the feel of his rough hands against mine is igniting something inside me.
“Or I could show you what I did in your bedroom.” He pulls me closer to him so that our bodies are pressed together.
“You did something in my room?” I have to look up to see in his eyes. I keep forgetting just how big he is. And not just tall but wide, too. His body was made to build houses.
“Yeah, the bedroom.” His words are low and inviting.
I’m not sure if this is a play to end up in bed or to really show me what he’s done in my bedroom. Either way, I’m in.
“Okay,” I breathe.
He leans down, and his mouth brushes against mine for a soft kiss. I close my eyes to deepen it, but then let out a squeal of laughter when I’m scooped up in his arms. I hear his own laughter as he takes the stairs two at a time, carrying me like I weigh nothing more than a feather.
Chapter 14
Barrett
When we get to the top of the stairs, I stop and tell her to close her eyes, but she hesitates and looks at me suspiciously.
“Do you trust me?”
She bites her lip and nods then does as I ask.
The lights are off upstairs and the sun is long set, so it’s perfect for what I want to show her.
“Now, no matter what, I want you to keep those eyes closed. Promise me,” I say as I carry her into the master bedroom.
“I’m nervous, but I promise.”
I lean down and brush my lips across hers. “Cross your heart?”
She nods, and I kiss her once again as I walk over to the bed and place her in the middle of it. I climb on with her and move over her body, laying my weight on her. I put my elbows down on either side of her so that I don’t crush her, then brush the hair out of her face.
“Remember, no peeking,” I say, then I kiss her lips and move down her jaw and neck. I kiss a trail down between her breasts and she gasps. “You can talk all you want, lady.”
“I don’t know what to say.”
My hands go to her waist and push her shirt up to reveal her silk bra. “You can tell me to stop,” I say, kissing each breast over the top of the material. “Or to keep going.”
“Keep going,” she says quickly, stretching her hands above her head.
I smile against the warmth of her skin, and I pull the material down to reveal a tight nipple. My tongue flicks over the tip and her back arches into me. When I cover it with my mouth and suckle her, she moans my name.