Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 120838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 604(@200wpm)___ 483(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 604(@200wpm)___ 483(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
“Contact them. I’ll make my coffee,” he ordered.
She nodded.
He let her go and went to the coffee maker. She went to her phone.
After he added the sugar and took a sip, he looked out the massive window behind the sink that rested at the back of the house and saw her father and his mother sitting on the deck. Ned with one of their substantial rustic mugs, his mother sipping out of a delicate teacup.
He moved back to Blake and rested his hips against the counter close to her just as her phone chirped.
She read the text.
“Oh good, the G-Force is on it,” she said to her phone, her thumbs flying over the screen.
He took another sip and asked, “The G-Force?”
She sent her next text, put her phone down and looked up at him. “The G-Force. Kind of like gay superheroes. Though, they only deal in justice within New York’s elite social set.”
Sounded like men he’d want to meet.
Dair smiled. “Aye, so they’ll be all over dispensing justice to your mother.”
Her gaze wandered to her phone. “They seem keen about it.”
“Feel better?” he asked.
She returned to him. “I should have thought of them before.”
That was the perfect lead-in to asking about her seeming surprised that she had friends, but a tone sounded in the room.
Upon which she announced, “The muffins are done.”
Muffins?
She moved to the oven and Dair watched as she pulled out a tin filled with what looked like perfectly baked American muffins, browned in bits, but the color was lime.
“What are those?” he asked.
“Pistachio muffins,” she answered, resting them on the island.
Holy hell.
They smelled ludicrously good.
But how long had the woman been up?
Clean kitchen. Homemade muffins.
She flicked off the oven mitt and turned to him. “Do you think Davi will be okay if we have breakfast without her? The bacon is done and warming, the eggs are ready to cook. Dad and Kenna have been up for a while. And we should eat these muffins while they’re warm. Warm muffins are the best. I can make fresh eggs for her when she gets up.”
Dair didn’t move.
No.
He couldn’t.
“Dair?” she called.
Her dad and his mum were outside.
Davina could walk in at any minute.
But after the spread she laid before them last night, she’d made them muffins and was worried about Davi.
Ah well.
Fuck it.
He moved toward her, and she only caught his intent at the very last second.
When he reached her, Dair didn’t hesitate to confirm his intent.
He palmed her jaw, his fingers curving behind her ear, and wrapped his other arm around her waist, yanking her up against him.
Again, she didn’t tense or pull away. In fact, he didn’t even have to tip her head back. She tipped it, and as his head descended, she cupped his cheek and her eyes fluttered closed.
His cock jumped to life.
Fucking hell, she was something.
With her invitation, he tilted his head and kissed her.
Not that first hesitation, Blake kissed him back at the same time she arched into him, like she was as hungry for him as he was for her. Like she’d been wanting to do this since she saw him, just like he had.
As her reward, and his, he slid his tongue along the crease of her lips.
She made a little noise that scored along his cock, her hand gliding over his cheek so she could wrap her arm around his neck. She pressed even closer and opened her mouth to allow him access inside.
Dair felt her and he could smell her subtle scent that was so very Blake. Contradictory. Intoxicating. Surprising.
It was feminine and powdery.
Supremely her, and completely not.
Perfect.
And as he slid his tongue into her mouth, he discovered she tasted of coffee and warmth and woman.
Even better.
A lot better.
So much better, for the first time in his life, his control snapped. He turned her and backed her into the kitchen island, arching her over it.
And it wasn’t just him that made the kiss go wild.
Blake matched him, stroke for stroke, nip for nip, suck for suck, crushing her tits to his chest, her soft hips against his cock.
Fuck.
She was amazing.
They’d broken only for the necessity of breath, then he felt Blake’s teeth sink into his lower lip as she demanded more of him.
He growled, his cock stiffening, his fingers tensing against her neck.
And he went at her.
She matched that too, whimpering, and her hand slid into his hair.
Dair was about to break the kiss only to drag her to his room when…
“Ack! Yuck! I can never unsee that!” Davi protested.
They ended the embrace and Blake self-consciously sidled away from him.
Her hands went to her hair, which was a mess he didn’t get the chance to make, but this was nervous self-consciousness he liked from her.
It was fucking adorable.
“Coffee!” Davi cried, making a beeline to it.
“B-breakfast will be in about ten, fifteen minutes,” Blake pushed out, visibly having trouble calming her breath.