Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
I looked over at Hunter as we started back to the house to find his head bobbing all over the place. I admired kids and their ability to fall asleep at any moment, even while walking. He wasn’t going to make it to the house, so I hoisted him in my arms and slowed down to make sure I could make it all the way home.
The sun was starting to set, and it was getting dark out, but the walk was peaceful, almost serene. The beauty that faded during the last rays of sunshine was breathtaking, and I focused on that as my legs grew heavy and tired. It was dark by the time I set foot on the front porch, nearly collapsing on the welcome mat just as the door yanked open.
Colton was there with a dark scowl on his face. “Where have you been?”
I sighed heavily and pushed past him with my right shoulder because the longer I held Hunter, the heavier his sleeping body became. My thigh muscles screamed more with every step I climbed until I made it to his bedroom. I laid him down and undressed him quickly before replacing his outdoor clothes with pajamas. “We’ll do a bath before dinner,” I whispered to myself.
Colton’s presence behind me was a reminder that I couldn’t just leave and collapse in my own bed. He was waiting for an explanation. “Molly.”
I turned to him and sighed again, ignoring the way my legs wobbled with exhaustion and my eyes fluttered closed. I ignored it, at least until Colton’s arms banded around me and he scooped me off my feet. “What are you doing?”
“You can barely walk,” he growled and carried me out of Hunter’s room and down the hall to mine.
I wrapped my arms around him, reveling in being in his arms again, even if he wasn’t kissing me breathless. He smelled good, like man and sweat, soap and hay, and something that was uniquely Colton. I laid my head on his chest and inhaled deeply; his heady scent made me giddy. “You smell good.”
He groaned at my words, and I smiled, inhaling his scent again. “Molly,” he growled.
“What?” I asked the question with big, innocent eyes and a ghost of a smile playing at the corners of my mouth. “You picked me up, and I’m surrounded by you and your scent. You. Smell. Good. Really good.”
He set me on the edge of the bed, and I fell backward with a sigh. “We were out exploring, learning about nature and the great outdoors. We got carried away because Hunter is excited to learn about everything, and he fell asleep on the way back, so it took longer than it should have. If I thought we would be out so long, I would have left a note.”
“You’re dead on your feet,” he grumbled and dropped down beside me.
“Yes, I know. But it was so worth it. Look at the photos and videos. It was a really good time, Colton.”
The smile on his face as he swiped from photo to video was intoxicating. It was so damn sexy I had to pinch my knees together and bite the inside of my jaw to prevent the moan from escaping. “It looks like a great day. I’m sorry I missed it.”
“That’s why I captured it all. I’ll send it to you.” The bed dipped beside me, and my eyes opened to find Colton staring down at me, so full of masculine energy and that cowboy spirit that was at the heart of every good book boyfriend.
“What the hell is a book boyfriend?” he grumbled.
I laughed. “Did I say that out loud?”
“You did.” He laughed, and holy hell, that made him even hotter. “And you didn’t answer my question.”
“I did not.” I laughed, trying to sit up a few times before I actually did it. I needed to use the last of my energy to take a quick shower. I stood and swayed, yawning so big my jaw cracked. “Be right back.” I wasn’t thinking clearly, and I blamed the bone-deep exhaustion for stripping out of my clothes on the way to the bathroom. I promised myself I would be embarrassed about it tomorrow when I had all my wits about me.
For now, I stepped into the hot shower and soaped up quickly, rinsing off even quicker. I didn’t have time to dawdle because my lids grew heavier and heavier as I stepped out and dried off, dropping the towel on the floor. “Better,” I groaned and opened the en suite bathroom door and crawled into bed, completely naked.
A low growl was the last thing I heard before I sank into a deep sleep.
Chapter 12
Colton
Molly. Naked. Completely and beautifully, gloriously naked. Her body was the stuff those old artists painted about, wrote songs about, and fought wars to have. She was the perfect hourglass. I’d seen her in yoga gear, in itty-bitty shorts, but Molly in nothing at all was enough to make my mouth water and my cock twitch in my pants. She had big, plump tits with hot pink nipples, hard and puckered. Her waist was small and grew into flared-out hips and a round, slightly jiggly ass, the kind that was perfect to smack and grip. I thought about marking her pale cheeks with my hand, gripping those hips as I pounded into her from behind.