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)
She glances up at me through her lashes. “But I like the sound of that future.”
“It does sound pretty damn great, huh?”
“Especially the dog part.”
I bring my brows together. “Yeah, but a cat would make more sense with our schedules.”
She waves me off. “No way. We are dog people, Dawson.”
I shrug since I don’t care one way or the other as long as I’m with her. She returns the grin I flash her, and then says, “I want it.”
“I do too, heart-stopper. Only with you.” I bring her knuckles to my lips and kiss them eagerly. She leans her head on my shoulder as I continue to the university, and we stay like that all the while my heart beats wildly with excitement. I have wanted this girl to be fully mine, and damn it, I’m gonna make it happen.
When we get to the Bullies’ house, I park in a free spot as her brows draw together. “What are we doing here?”
“Trust me?”
She searches my gaze. “Of course.”
I wink then get out as she does the same. She never lets me open the door for her. She says I’m too slow, which is insane to me since I’m above average for my physical speed, but whatever. I don’t fight with her on it, not when I can fight with her on how many times I’ll make her come. At least she lets me open the door for her when we get to my car, and she lets me make her come a lot.
I meet her at the front of the car, taking her hand in mine and then guiding her around to the back entrance, which leads into the garden area. She comes willingly, and I feel as if my heart is in my throat. The house is dead since it’s exam week and most are doing theirs online. A lot of the team heads home early, so only a few stragglers are in the house. But the back garden is closed down since no one will be out here in November.
Well, except me and my girl.
“One second.” I move toward the shed, opening it with the code that hasn’t changed since the days when my dad was here and then grabbing the huge, pillowy Bullies beanbag.
“What are you doing?” she asks as I kick the shed door shut then head to where she’s standing, her fingers threaded together and her ankles crossed. She’s cold. I throw down the beanbag, then shimmy out of my jacket, handing it to her. She takes it with a small smile before I point to the beanbag. “Sit.”
“Sit? It’s freezing out here!”
I waggle my brows. “I can keep you warm.”
She rolls her eyes but falls back onto the beanbag, and I do the same. I wrap an arm under her legs, angling them across my body before I tuck my arm under the jacket and around her back. I scoot her as close as I can as she cuddles my free hand between hers. She looks up at me, confusion in her gaze, and I can’t help but kiss her. It was supposed to be a peck, but there is something about her mouth that has me lingering longer than I intended to. Not that I’m complaining.
Ambrosia leans into the kiss, tangling her tongue with mine and moaning softly into my mouth. There is no better feeling than her lips on mine and her body in my arms. I kiss her top lip, then her bottom before nuzzling my nose along hers. She smiles against my lips, and I can’t help but do the same. When I open my eyes, hers are still closed, her lashes kissing her plump cheeks as the golden glow of the setting sun shines on her face.
“Ro, I swear you are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.”
She opens her eyes to meet mine and cups my face. “I didn’t believe you before, but I do now.”
I turn my face into her hand, kissing her palm. “That’s my girl.”
Her grin grows as she leans her head against my jaw. I kiss her temple then close my eyes as we watch the sun glow along the horizon. I haven’t ever watched the sun set, never wanted to with anyone but her. That’s the thing about Ambrosia. She makes me want to do things I’ve never thought I needed. She cuddles close into me, and that feeling of completion hits me all at once.
I don’t think I can hold it back anymore.
She doesn’t question what we’re doing, because she doesn’t care as long as she’s with me.
She has to love me. Just as I love her.
“Dawson?”
“Yeah, heart-stopper?”
“I need to talk to you about something else.”
“What’s that?” I ask, my heart jumping into my throat. What else is there to talk about? We’re living the damn dream here, but her voice seems so unsure.