Total pages in book: 188
Estimated words: 185811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 929(@200wpm)___ 743(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 185811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 929(@200wpm)___ 743(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)
Hell, Bridgett could even move in here and be comfortable, but I don’t like the idea of her being back here on her own.
Or, if I’m honest, I just don’t like the idea of her being so far away from me.
Bypassing the kitchen, I head to the back bedroom and stop in the doorway. When my house was completed four years ago, I bought all new furniture first because I barely fit the queen bed I had been sleeping on for a couple of years. But also because most of the things I owned were hand-me-downs, and it was time to replace them all. I planned on donating the old stuff but decided to wrap everything in plastic and leave it in the trailer in case someone else needed it at some point. I’m glad I did.
When I’m done getting the wooden bedframe broken down, and it and the mattress and box spring out of the room and onto the trailer, I head back to the house. I park the ATV at the bottom of the steps, then take the headboard inside, noticing a slip of paper on the counter and the dishwasher running. Picking up the note, I scan the frilly writing.
Thank you for breakfast. Ran out to do some errands. Be back soon. xx
Seeing the Xs at the bottom scribbled over, I shake my head and bite back a smile. I lean the headboard I’m still holding against one of the walls, then bring everything else inside and get to work.
“Umm…what is going on?” Bridgett asks. I pause just below the landing of the stairs, the couch balancing on its arm since the only way to get it up to the second floor alone is to push it end-over-end.
“I’m taking the couch upstairs.”
“Is this your way of telling me you’re kicking me out?”
“No. This is my way of telling you that you’re not sleeping on a couch while under this roof.” I drop my gaze to the bags she’s holding. “You went to the grocery store?”
“I got stuff to make blueberry scones and lasagna for dinner.”
“Babe, if you keep feeding me cookies and shit, I’m gonna have a heart attack running after a perp.”
“Don’t say that!” She gasps.
“It’s the truth.”
“You don’t have to eat what I cook.”
“I don’t, but I’m also not going to pass up your cooking.” I tip the couch up the stairs.
“Well, then—” She lifts her chin ever so slightly while crossing her arms over her ample chest. “I guess it’s good you’re a fancy detective now, and it’s someone else’s job to run after the bad guys.”
“I guess it is.” I squat, then stand, hefting the couch up and over one more time.
“Do you want me to help?”
“Fuck, no.” I groan, flipping the couch again, which places it at the top of the stairs on the second floor. As I begin pushing it down the short hall and into the small sitting area with the reading nook I never use, I hear her footsteps on the stairs. A second later, she’s at my side, bent at the waist with her hands on the armrest, helping me push. “I thought I said I didn’t need your help.”
“And all I heard was blah, blah, blah.”
“Smartass.” I turn to look at her and catch her smile, which means my gaze drops to her mouth. Her pink tongue darts out to touch her bottom lip. When I meet her eyes once more, her pupils flare, and without thinking about what the fuck I’m doing, I lean in.
I don’t have to go far because she meets me halfway, and our lips fuse, the attraction that has been steadily brewing under the surface between us for weeks boiling over. Taking one hand off the couch, I wrap it around the back of her neck and hold her to me, unwilling to give her a chance to get away as I lick the seam of her lips, gaining access. She tastes like cherries and feels like heaven.
My cock hardens behind my zipper, and the whimpering sound she makes in the back of her throat lets me know she’s just as lost as I am. When her nails dig into my biceps, I pull her against me, then take her down over the arm of the couch, pressing my knee between hers and forcing her legs open. I settle over her, and she arches her chest into mine, then lets her head fall back, giving me access to the soft skin of her neck and upper chest.
I trail my mouth over the top of one breast as I cup the perfect handful. My cock throbs as she wraps her leg around the back of my thigh, and I’m just about to tear her shirt down to take her nipple into my mouth…when the doorbell goes off.