Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
I swallowed hard and looked away as I bit at a cuticle.
Talk about a reality check of the cold-shower variety.
What was I even doing here? Mr. Abrams was so far out of my league that I shouldn’t be allowed in the same room.
“Yeah, I know, I’m such a catch.” I needed to grow up.
He finished what he was doing, then positioned himself in front of me, and when he cupped my face in his hands, it was damn near impossible to keep my stare fixed to the floor.
Holy crap!
My heart began pounding furiously.
He dipped down till our foreheads touched, and then he waited me out. Oh my God, was this happening? I could barely breathe, much less understand what he wanted me to say or do to get…more. He had to kiss me, dammit. He has to, he has to, he has to. My whole body buzzed around those three words. He has to, he has to.
He smiled a little, just enough to show a hint of his perfect teeth. And he finally closed the last distance and kissed me.
I sucked in a quick breath and kissed him back, and I felt the need to lock my arms around his middle to prevent him from going anywhere. Just in case he wised up.
“An irresistible catch,” he whispered.
I shuddered and deepened the kiss, at long last getting a taste of him. He was all warmth and coffee and sweet almonds. And he kissed so damn well. Soft yet demanding, unhurried yet with urgency lacing every touch. There was no getting enough, and I didn’t have the patience he evidently did. I slipped my hands up his chest instead and stood on my toes to reach him better.
As his hands fell to my hips, mine went around his neck so I could press myself against his body.
He let out a quiet groan and kissed me hungrily, then reached down and squeezed my ass.
The kiss turned into an absolute drug, and I poured myself into it. Every brush of his tongue, every touch of his lips, and the air of control he exuded reduced me to a pile of needy mush.
“What on earth are you doing with an old man like me, Parker?” he murmured raggedly.
“All the unspeakable things, I hope,” I replied, out of breath. He couldn’t stop now. It was too soon. “Forty-six isn’t that old anyway.”
“I’m glad you think so.” He kissed me again, a deep, passionate one where he swept his tongue into my mouth and stole my breath.
DECEMBER 5
Honesty was the best way to go.
What are you doing? What are you wearing? :D I can’t stop thinking about you! :P
I might’ve told him that boundaries were boring, but there was more to it than that. I simply sucked at setting up structure and following social cues. Most of them were lame. Like, there were rules for how and when to text someone new you were seeing. God forbid you came off too eager. Well, screw that. I was eager.
We’d been cut off way too early yesterday because he had a family thing in freaking San Francisco, of all places, and I’d had practice with my dance squad. All in all, best make-out session of my life, followed by a simple line that’d settled things for me.
“I have to see you again soon.”
I’d nodded in a complete daze, and we’d made out until we had to part ways shortly after.
This could become something, couldn’t it? I hadn’t felt the slightest indication that this would be something he called a mistake on Monday.
In the meantime, I was distracting myself by baking Christmas treats for him.
My little kitchen had exploded.
I bobbed my head to the Christmas music playing and licked some green frosting off my fingers, then placed the cupcakes I’d just decorated on a chair. The work surfaces were all full.
So far, I’d made two batches of fudge, six cupcakes, one batch of sugar cookies that still needed to be decorated, peppermint bark, and one bottle of syrup that Mr. Abrams could add to his coffee. It tasted of roasted hazelnuts and caramel.
I’d even gone to Michael’s to buy cellophane bags and gift boxes, ’cause I was going all out.
Oh, and Christmas stickers.
When my phone dinged with a message, my pulse went through the roof, and I hurried over to see if he’d replied.
He had!
I just got back to my hotel after a dreadfully long brunch with my sister’s family. Thus, I’m wearing a suit. And thinking about you, as I have since you left yesterday. What are you up to? More importantly, what are you wearing?
Oh, I didn’t know he had a sister. I thought it was all cousins.
I grinned and figured I could show him what I was doing instead, so I held up my phone and took a selfie from a high angle. That way, he could see my Santa-red PJ bottoms with little snowmen on them.