Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 118780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 594(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 594(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
The man awakened a side of me that never existed.
I can’t get enough of him, and he seems to feel the same.
The nights he’s worked, he’s left me at the studio completely worn out. I woke the next morning with him crawling into my bed and starting my day with him inside me.
I tip my face back to his. “I will miss our mornings the next few days.”
“Why would you miss them?”
“Because my parents and I are staying at my house.” I assume he already knew this.
His smug grin forms a hard line, his eyes growing dark. “I’ll stay with you.”
My stomach plummets and I shake my head a little too forcefully. “There’s no way.”
“Why is that?” His tone is sharp.
“Because my dad will be there.”
“So?”
“My dad may need some time to come to terms with all this. He’s already itching to feel out the situation between us.”
“Feel out our situation?”
“Yeah.”
“Meaning get eyes on our relationship and make sure I’m treating his daughter right?”
“Something like that,” I mutter.
“See how into her I am and scope out my intentions?”
I nod, feeling ridiculous.
“He won’t have to look too hard. I’m pretty obvious.”
“Dad can be a little… harsh. You’ve only been around him a few times, and two of those were times of crisis. Harley’s wedding was a time of celebration. But now, knowing what you are to me, it’s different.”
Ford’s grin returns. “I’m not afraid of your dad, Rowan. Trust me on this, he won’t have a problem with it. Plus, I already gave up my room for the weekend.
“What do you mean?”
“With Tera taking up a room, we’re down a guest room. I gave my room to Mom and Dad. Addie and Carson will share another room, and the Kellers are staying, too.”
I hadn’t thought about all the visitors and sleeping arrangements. It makes sense, but something still seems off. “You’re not staying here with your family?”
“Rowan, in the next few hours, all the families are descending into Nashville. The men are looking to drink beer, eat well, watch sports, and shoot the shit. These women are teaming in here with nothing but the wedding on their mind.”
“You tired of the wedding events?”
“My woman, my wedding—I’m here. Otherwise, not my scene. Us guys have the rest under control.”
“I don’t want your parents to think I’m taking you away from them. Doesn’t it seem odd to vacate your house and stay with us?”
“It’s only an issue if you make it an issue. The way I see it, I’ll be spending quality time away from this madhouse with you and your parents.”
We are in LOVE with this man! A voice in my head chants over and over, threatening to spew from my lips.
“I’ll call my parents this morning.”
“You do that.” His eye dance with mischief, setting my senses on alert.
“You’re very cocky for a guy who’s about to spend the weekend with your new girlfriend’s father.”
“It’s not cocky if we’ve already arranged it.”
I jerk, my eyes nearly popping out of my head. “Arranged? What does that mean?”
“I talked to Hotch yesterday.”
“You did what?”
“Called your dad and filled him in on plans for the weekend.”
“Including staying with us?”
“Especially that part.”
“And he was okay with it?”
His gaze sweeps over me, lingering a few seconds at my chest and the USMC shirt I’ve confiscated as my favorite. “You’re in my bed, wearing my clothes. A few hours ago, my cock was deep inside your sweet pussy, taking you hard as you moaned my name. Milked my dick dry and I was still ready to go again. It’s all fucking beautiful, and baby, it’s all fucking mine.”
At the reminder, my body comes alive, the insatiable need to feel him again snaking its way into my veins.
The corner of his mouth quirks because he knows he’s got me.
“This thing brewing between us has been a long time coming. It may be new, but it’s anything but casual. Hotch is perceptive and has reason to be skeptical of any man in your life. He also deserved a heads up on where I stand.”
“Where do you stand?” I hold my breath, waiting.
His pupils dilate, his eyes transforming into the greenish hue that sets my pulse racing. I’m so lost in his stare that I don’t realize he’s shifted us until his hand slides under the hem of the shirt and between my thighs.
Instinctively, my knees drop to the sides, and I whimper as his fingers glide their way along my slit.
“You’re still wet.”
“I am.”
“It’s fucking hot knowing you are full of me.”
I arch back, grinding against his fingers, willing them to move further.
“Thought you couldn’t move?”
“Miraculous recovery,” I rasp.
He circles my clit with his thumb, ever so softly, driving my need further. “Stop teasing.”
“Fuck if I don’t have to taste you.”
There’s no time to process his words. Lightning fast, he’s gone and my legs are over his shoulders. His tongue flicks over my clit before delving inside of me. I moan shamelessly at the first swipe.