Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
I pull open the drawer and reach inside to grab the box of condoms. After ripping it open, I look toward her. “How would you feel about coming on my hand before my dick?”
“I’m an equal opportunity comer.” Her eyebrows dance. “Hands, dick, mouth. You name it. I’m ready for it.”
I drop the box on the nightstand and climb back onto the bed until I’m hovering above her. “What the fuck did I do right in this life to deserve you?”
With her gaze trailing over my face, she reaches up to cup my chin in her hand. “I could ask the same question.”
“We’re pretty damn lucky, aren’t we?”
“Yes, sir.” She bites her bottom lip to hold in a smile. “Now, what was that about your hand making me feel all kinds of good things?”
I press my lips to hers for a soft, lingering kiss before I pull back to stare into her eyes. “Let me see what I can do about that.”
“I already know what you can do about that,” she whispers. “No one makes me feel as good as you do, Declan.”
I kiss her again. “The night is just getting started. I plan on making you feel things you’ve never felt before.”
I woke before Abigail, so I did what any good attorney would do. I researched the subject of my desire. I didn’t rifle through anything; instead I wandered the apartment she shares with someone named Carrie.
I know that because I spotted a letter addressed to Carrie Gilbert on a small, round table near the apartment door. That table also contained a dish filled with small candies wrapped in red foil that I assume are supposed to taste like cinnamon, but don’t do the spice justice.
Before I spit the candy into the trashcan I found under the kitchen sink, I made a mental note to swing by Holden’s office this coming week to pick up some candy from him. He always has something new and innovative in terms of candies in his office since nothing hits the production line unless he gives final approval.
The next time I’m in this apartment, I’ll drop the candies in the dish for Abigail and her roommate.
I gaze at a duo of framed pictures that hang on the wall near the window. Both are of Abby and a dark-haired woman around her age. Their smiles are beaming. My gut tells me that the woman standing next to Abby in the photographs is Carrie, and they mean a hell of a lot to each other.
“You’re up early.”
The sweet and soft sound of her voice spins me around.
I’m greeted with a sight that leaves me breathless. I feel as though all the air has escaped my lungs as I stare at Abigail dressed in only a pair of pink panties and a matching tank top.
“Does the cat got your tongue?” She laughs through the question. “For the record, I don’t have a cat, although I’ve always wanted one.”
I add that desire to the ongoing list running in my mind. I want to give this woman everything she’s ever wished for.
“You’re staring at that picture of my sister and me.” She lowers her voice. “Carrie’s smile is beautiful, isn’t it?”
“You’re beautiful,” I whisper in a deep tone.
Her gaze drops to the tank top. “Are you talking to me or my tits? You can see the outline of the barbells, can’t you?”
I keep my eyes locked on her stunning face. “You. I’m talking to all of you.”
That moves her closer to me. She pads across the floor with bare feet. “You’re pretty good-looking too.”
I laugh that off because, that would have been enough for me at one point, but the words I want to hear from her now reach well beyond how good I look in a suit or out of one.
Her gaze lingers on the waistband of my jeans before she focuses on my face again. “Don’t shave today.”
“I won’t,” I answer without hesitation. “You’re spending the day with me.”
That lures a soft smile to her lips. “Am I?”
“Damn right, you are.” I inch closer to her until we’re almost touching. “I’ll order in breakfast. Then we’ll go back to bed for a few hours. After that, I want to shower with you, and then I’m taking you out to dinner.”
“I like the sound of all of that.”
“Good.” I wrap my arms around her waist to tug her closer to me. “You make me happy, Abby. I’m talking happier than I’ve ever felt before.”
Her hands land on my bare chest as she gazes up at my face. “I’m happier than ever, too, Declan.”
I want to throw caution to the wind and tell her what’s happening in my heart. I’ve never been in love, but I know, without a doubt, that I’m feeling that now. I’ve moved past falling and crash-landed in full-blown, I-want-you-forever-love.