Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Once I step off the plane, I head toward baggage claim. I follow the signs until I’m standing on the escalator going down. The huge sign saying Welcome to LA is in front of me. The minute I’m past it, I see him, standing there wearing sweatpants and a sweater with a baseball hat. He’s holding a bouquet of flowers in front of him and his eyes immediately light up when he sees me.
I shake my head and look to the side, so he doesn’t see my face beaming with a smile, before turning and looking back at him. My hand goes to my stomach that is fluttering even more now, and I have to wonder if I’m feeling how happy our baby is that he’s here. He advances to me once I’m stepping off and I’m expecting him to hand me the flowers. What I’m not expecting is for him to hug the shit out of me, the flowers crushing on my back. “You’re here,” he whispers in my ear as I wrap my arms around him, settling the side of my face on his hard chest. “I’m so happy you’re here.”
“You don’t say.” I look up to him and he bends his head to kiss my lips.
“Let’s get your bag and get out of here,” he urges, the smile never leaving his face. So much so that his eyes are crinkling on the side. He slides his hand into mine as he walks over to the carousel. “How was your flight?”
“Fast, slept through the whole thing.” I look up at him as we stop at the carousel where it shows my flight number. I spot my bag and I’m about to step forward to get it when he pulls my hand back to him.
“Hold these.” He hands me the bouquet of different shades of pink and purple roses and flowers. “I don’t know what flowers are your favorite, so I got an assortment.”
I don’t say anything because I can’t, all the words are stuck in my throat. It’s also so big I have to use two hands to hold it. He grabs my bag before coming back to me. “You only have one bag?” he asks me and I nod my head, “For two weeks?” His eyebrows go up.
“I have packing cubes,” I tell him. “They’re a game changer. Besides, I didn’t think I needed a ball gown and seventeen pairs of shoes.”
“We can buy you more shoes, if you like.”
“Flowers and shoes?” I say as he walks out of the terminal with me, and I spot a couple of paparazzi people waiting for someone to walk through. “You definitely want to redeem a coupon.”
“Baby,” he says as he makes his way to the underground parking where the valet is. His SUV is waiting at the curb. “You have no fucking idea.”
“I kind of do,” I admit to him and his eyes lust over when we get to his SUV and he opens the passenger door for me.
“Get in,” he orders me, “and buckle up.” The order earns him a death stare as I do what he says. He comes into the cab and kisses my lips before shutting the door and going to the trunk, putting my bag away. I am buckled in when the driver door opens, and he gets in.
He pulls off right away. “You hungry?” he asks me and I shake my head. I look out the window as he makes his way over to his house. “You tired?”
“A little,” I admit to him, “it’s like three a.m. for me.”
“We’ll get you home and in bed.” He reaches over and puts his hand to slide it into mine.
He presses the garage door opener and drives in. “I have a surprise for you,” he states once the SUV is in park and he presses the button to close the door. The light in the garage dims as he reaches over to grab the flowers resting on my lap and tossing them in the back seat without a second thought. He’s got his seat belt unbuckled. I’m about to tell him he shouldn’t do that when my face is in his hands.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” he swears, his voice heavy with need as his head tilts to the side and he kisses me. It’s not like the kiss he gave me in the airport, that was just a brush of lips. His tongue slides into my mouth as one hand moves away from me and he’s unbuckling me and pulling me over the middle console and into his lap. It’s a tight squeeze and the steering wheel is now in my side. “We should get you inside.”
“We should,” I agree breathlessly as he moves me back to my seat before he kisses my neck and grabs the flowers.