Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 97382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
He gives me a side glance. “I’ll get you some.”
Why does the fact that he wants to buy me power tools make me hot?
I need help.
Together, we get our battery-powered candles and put them inside. He takes photos of me, and then I do the same for him. Then he takes some of us together before we head back inside. He stops me when I’m shutting the sliding door, showing me his phone. “This might be my new wallpaper.”
The photo of us with our pumpkins is absolutely adorable. His is better than mine by a mile, but we’re both so delighted, with bright smiles and rosy cheeks. When he gets to one of me looking at him like he is the pumpkin-carving God, I swoon. “I love that one.”
He beams. “This one is better.”
It’s us looking at each other. I thought before that we wouldn’t look right together. Him being so hot and me being a solid seven, but even my insecurities can’t deny how good we look. His hazel eyes shine, but my brown ones bring contrast and depth. My bronzed skin makes the color in his cheeks brighter, and while I’m all curves, that makes his sharper angles softer. We look good. Real good.
Jeez, I’m obsessed with us.
I sigh deeply. “Yeah, I love that one too.”
He presses his side into mine and wraps an arm around me. “Wanna go Instagram official with me?”
I side-eye him. “For what?” He hip checks me, but I don’t go anywhere since he’s holding me. I shrug. “I mean, I guess.”
“You guess?”
I move to finish shutting the door. “I mean, it was only one date.”
“The best first date, and it can be my prize for kicking your ass at pumpkin carving.”
I roll my eyes. “Hardly kicked my ass.”
“I annihilated you.”
I lean against the glass door as I look up at him. “Fine.”
“Fine?” He steps closer, his big body crowding mine. “Fine that I annihilated you, which I did, or fine, we’re official?” I smirk up at him, and he grins back as he leans in, his scent driving me wild. He brings his hands up, cupping my face, and then I’m holding my breath as I gaze up at him. “’Cause fine, I annihilated you is true, and I’ll accept that response. But fine, you want to be officially mine? Sorry, heart-stopper, but I’ll need more enthusiasm or you’ll wound my poor little ego.”
“Little?” I ask, and he grins widely, those dimples blinding me. His hands are warm, protective, and I need him closer. I wrap my arms around his waist, pulling him against me. He takes a deep breath, his eyes fully trained on me as every inch of him touches me. He’s so solid, so thick, and when I arch my hips into him, I can feel his arousal. He draws a sharp breath, his eyes hooding ever so slightly as his pupils dilate. He feels so good, and I want more. I love how big he is, how small I feel in his arms, but most of all, I love how he is looking at me.
Like I’m the lighthouse, and he’s the ship.
He’s the moth, and I’m the flame.
Like he’s my quarterback and I’m his receiver.
I’m his stick, and he’s ready to score.
I could go on forever. I may not be able to read well, but I’m wordy as fuck.
But I need him to know something.
“This was one of the best days of my life, Dawson.”
His cheeks fill with color. “It’s not over.” Dawson’s forehead drops to mine as he moves his thumbs along my cheeks, our eyes locking. “Be mine, Ambrosia.”
I feel his heart pounding in his chest, but that’s not what has me breathless. No. It’s the vulnerability in his sweet eyes. The set of his jaw. The slight flush of his cheeks.
I want to be his.
Unable to keep it in, I whisper, “I already am.”
CHAPTER
TWENTY-SEVEN
Ambrosia
Molten heat sparks in Dawson’s eyes, but I only get to admire it for a split second before his lips cover mine. He tastes better than he feels, like the caramel and cider from earlier. Within seconds, I’m lost in the feel of him. Our mouths move together like they were always meant to. The kiss isn’t sweet or shy or quick like it was before; this kiss is all teeth and heat. I open for him without his asking, and he dives in, his tongue touching mine in the most overwhelming way with a moan I feel deep in my core. He presses me into the sliding door, and I grip the back of his shorts, holding him to me as he devours my mouth.
But I give just as much as he does.
I nip at his lip, suck his tongue in my mouth, and arch up into him so he knows that I want every single inch of him. He may need to add baseball to the list of sports he plays, because he has a bat in his fucking pants that is throbbing against my stomach. I moan into his mouth when he presses it into me, letting me feel every single inch of him.