Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“You know, you don’t have to keep working so hard to impress me. You’ve already gotten me in bed.” Her amber orbs flashed with amusement, but there was something else behind it. A sliver of uncertainty.
I had a feeling she still wasn’t fully confident in us as a couple. She was trying to keep those doubts hidden beneath sass and teasing, but I caught glimpses of them.
My hands found her hips, gripping her firmly and letting her feel my fingers flex possessively against the curves I’d been dreaming about since the moment we’d first met. I leaned in close, my breath stirring the sensitive spot below her ear. “I’m not the kind of man who stops wanting you just because I’ve had you. You’re mine now, and I’m gonna spend every fucking day showing you exactly how much I still want you. In bed, out of bed, any damn place I can get you.”
“Oh,” she gasped.
“We’re going on a date. Gonna show off my woman and make it damn clear to the whole fucking town who you belong to.” A lascivious smile curved my lips. “And I’m gonna feed you so you have plenty of strength for what I have planned later.”
“You sound pretty sure of yourself,” she sassed, even though the soft blush that crept down her neck betrayed how much she wanted me to make good on my intentions.
I raised a brow and pulled her into me so the hard bulge in my jeans pressed against her center. “Am I wrong?”
She sucked in a shaky breath, her pulse hammering beneath my fingertips, but she met my gaze again, her eyes wide with heat. Then she placed her palm lightly against my chest, the warmth of her skin sending a fresh surge of need through me. “No. I mean, I would. But my family needs me at the orchard right now. I can’t just take off—”
Her mom’s laughter drifted from somewhere nearby, interrupting Clara’s protests as she turned the corner so she could see us, her eyes twinkling. “Oh, please. Clara, sweetheart, I’m positive the orchard won’t fall apart if you let Rebel whisk you away for the evening.”
Clara’s cheeks turned crimson, and she backed up as her gaze swung toward her mother. But I only let her get more than a couple of inches away from me.
Kathy leaned casually against the nearby shelving, her teasing smile warm and knowing. She glanced from Clara’s flustered expression to my obvious possessiveness, clearly thrilled by what she was seeing.
“In fact,” Kathy continued, a cheeky grin splitting across her face, “take tomorrow off too. After all your hard work this week, you deserve a little break. Maybe two full days of uninterrupted relaxation and”—she cleared her throat delicately, but a mischievous lilt colored her voice as she gave Clara a pointed, suggestive look—“fun.”
Clara let out a mortified groan, her head dropping forward against my chest. I couldn’t hide my grin at Kathy’s open encouragement. Clearly, Clara’s mom had no illusions about how we’d be spending the next twenty-four hours, and she approved completely.
Kathy chuckled softly again as she turned back toward the front of the store. “Have a great night, you two. And don’t worry, honey, we’ve got the orchard covered. Ben and Hilary will be here today, anyway,” she added, referring to their part-time help. “We won’t need you back until at least noon tomorrow.”
Once Kathy was out of sight and we heard the bell on the door jingle, Clara lifted her face from my chest and shook her head. Her amber eyes were filled with equal parts embarrassment and amused resignation. “My family loves you way too much. It’s kind of disturbing.”
I smirked, brushing a loose strand of hair away from her flushed cheek. “They just want you happy, and it seems they’ve realized I’m the guy who's gonna make that happen.”
She rolled her eyes, but her lips curved into a teasing smile. “You do seem to fit into my family ridiculously well, biker boy. It’s actually a little suspicious.”
I leaned in again, brushing my lips lightly across her mouth. “I’m just that good, baby.”
Clara giggled and shook her head, then relaxed into me fully, her body molding perfectly against mine. “Fine. Mom’s orders. I guess I have no choice but to go with you.”
I tightened my hold on her waist, and my voice dropped low. “You know I’ll make it worth it, baby. After we eat, I’m gonna lay you down in my bed, spread you wide, and show you exactly how good it feels when I’ve got all the space I need to take you the way I want.”
She inhaled sharply, her lips parting softly, and color deepening in her cheeks as she looked up at me through her lashes. “When you put it like that, there’s definitely no way I could say no.”