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)
Since that first night we slept together, I haven’t slept in my own bed. Why would I, when hers has her all cuddly and warm for me? We’ve fallen into such an easy routine, it’s almost scary. I do me and she does her, but when we can do us, we do. I always thought it would be a pressure, a chore, to please the person I’m with, but with Ambrosia, it isn’t like that. I want to please her, and there isn’t any pressure because we know the other one is busy too. In a way, it makes the time we have together more precious. It’s all too good to be true, but I refuse to think it’s anything but what’s meant to be.
Because she’s all mine.
I reach out with my free hand, pushing her robe open so I can see her heavy breasts and dusty rose nipples. She gives me a dark look and chastises me. “Dawson, I’m busy.”
“I’m just looking,” I tell her, and she grins so brightly, I want to tilt my face back to feel the warmth of it.
Fuck, she’s so pretty.
I want to say I didn’t get addicted to sex when I finally got a taste of it, but I did. Or maybe I’m just addicted to her. I want her, always. She kisses like a fucking dream. Her body is soft, and when I get inside her, I lose the small amount of control I have when it comes to her. She’s a little vixen too, all moans and scraping those nails down my back. We’re fucking hot, but it’s more than the penetration. It’s the closeness. There is something about wrapping my arms around her, holding her to me, and just breathing her in.
I love it.
I fucking love her.
But I haven’t told her yet.
It’s been over a month since we got together, since I realized I had fallen for her. Some days, I’m sure she’s right there with me, but then the next day, I’ll tell myself that it’s too fast for her. That she’s still catching up to all these feelings I’m feeling. It’s a wild thing to feel, when usually, I don’t doubt myself. Usually, it wouldn’t matter if she liked me, but that’s not the case anymore.
It’ll fully break me if she doesn’t fall for me.
So, I keep on proving how much she means to me. It’s not hard; it really comes naturally. I just wish there were a way to know when she would fall. Or if she already has. I want to ask but then she’ll know I’ve fallen, and I’m too competitive for that.
Remember, we listen and we don’t judge.
“You’re so beautiful, Ro.”
Her lips tilt up, her heated gaze moving to mine before returning to where she’s working on my thumb. “You look mighty fine in that silk robe, hotshot.”
I grin at that. Her mom got me the same robe as Ambrosia when they came over unannounced, and I answered the door in said robe. I learned very quickly that Ambrosia’s mom and aunt do not believe in boundaries or phones. They come when they want, and it doesn’t matter what they catch us doing. I don’t mind it, though. I’m used to the chaos that is families.
Louis still blows up my phone every night, asking where I am.
He has my location.
I must conjure him because my phone rings, but it isn’t Louis. It’s Jude. I answer and bring it to my ear as Ambrosia looks up at me. “Hey, Jude. What’s up?”
Her lips curve a bit as she goes back to my nails. My uncle lets out a long breath before saying, “Chargers contacted me and told me they’re interested in you for first round.” I’m stunned to silence. “It’s a rookie contract, but it’ll be more than the NHL since it’s the first round. Looking at about fifteen million for four years.”
“What are your thoughts?” I find myself asking, and Jude whistles through his teeth, a sound he makes when he’s unsure.
“Well, I don’t know, because they don’t want you to play hockey.”
I press my lips together. I don’t like that at all, but it’s understandable. “Figures, but sucks.”
“Yeah, we still have interest in the NHL, but not first round.”
I nod, swallowing hard. “Got it. Let me talk to Ambrosia.”
Ambrosia looks up with her brow perked, and I’m met with silence before Jude chuckles lightly. “You know, I would be upset by that, but even I can’t deny she’s a fucking winner. I like that girl a lot, and my kids adore her. Hadley asks every day when Ro is coming back.”
I smile. “Hadley is asking about you.”
Ambrosia lights up. “We should go over this weekend.”
I nod in agreement and then kiss her temple. “We’ll come over this weekend,” I tell Jude. “And I’ll have an answer by then.”