Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 86444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
“But,” she says softly. “There is something about you.” She shrugs, and now I see the tears in her eyes. “I’m petrified.” She swallows back the tears. “I’m petrified of getting hurt in all of this, and I’m petrified that if I don’t take this chance, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.”
“Candace,” I say her name as I hear my heartbeat going louder and louder in my ears. She rubs her thumb on my cheek, and my hand comes up to push her hair away from her face, putting it over her shoulder.
“I’m going to kiss you now.” I lean in, and she doesn’t move. I don’t know if she’s okay with it or not, so I stop, not sure what to do.
“Ralph,” she says my name softly. “I don’t know if I’m going to be able to stop you.” Her voice trails off as I lean in and rub my nose under her jaw. “This is not a good idea,” she says as she moves her hands to my chest. “This is a very bad idea.”
I smile now. “Or a very good idea.” My hand comes up on its own, and I cup her face.
“We shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t want you this much,” she says softly. I don’t wait for the rest before leaning in and kissing her lips softly. I move back a bit, seeing her eyes go dark, and then she moves her hands up my chest and grabs my face to pull me back to her. Her lips find mine, and she tilts her head to the side. When I open my mouth, and her tongue slides into my mouth, I swear the world stops. Her hand goes from my face to the back of my head, and if I thought it would be okay, I would push her back and make out with her on the couch like I was in high school. The way her tongue slides with mine or my stomach literally flips just a bit, it feels like we’ve been kissing like this forever. I’m about to pull her against me when I hear crying. She lets go of my lips softly. “You go get her, and I’ll try to salvage dinner.”
“Or,” I say, getting up with her at the same time. “I can put her back to sleep, we can order pizza, and then make out on the couch.”
“Go take care of Ari,” she says. “Then we can talk.”
“Fine, we can do fifteen, then ten,” I say. She just looks at me, and I swear her lips are just a touch plump from my kisses. “Okay, twenty-five, then five.” Ariella cries again, and I look over at her. “Twenty-five minutes making out, then five minutes talking.”
She laughs now, throwing her head back. “I’ll get her. You clean up and order pizza,” she says, walking back to the bedroom and then stopping. “Do I just give her the pacifier?”
“Yeah,” I say, and then I see her eyes flying down to my cock that is at full height.
“I see tentage.” She points at my pants. “Should I show boobage?”
“If you show me boobage, there might be an explosion. And that is not something I really want to admit to the girl I’m crushing on,” I say, and then she looks at me.
“You’re crushing on me?” she asks, and right before I’m about to answer, Ari lets out the biggest cry of her life. We both rush to her room and see that she is none too pleased as she sits up in her crib.
“What is all the fuss about?” Leaning down, Candace picks her up and holds her close as she cries, yet Ari lays her head on her shoulder and shudders from her crying. “There we go,” she says softly, rubbing Ari’s back, and this right here is one more reason she has worked her way into my heart. “Now, now.” She kisses her cheek. “No more tears.” She looks at me. “Will she go back down?”
“I don’t know. She’s never cried that loud before,” I say. “I can take her.”
“I have her.” She walks over to the rocking chair. “Why don’t you go clean the kitchen?”
“Okay,” I say, not sure I want to leave her but knowing that she couldn’t be in better hands. I walk out and go to the kitchen, cleaning up and putting the shrimp away while I order us food. After fifteen minutes when she doesn’t come back, I walk back to the bedroom and see that she is still rocking her, but Ari is not even close to going to bed. “She is not going to go to sleep,” I say from the doorway, and Ari turns her head to look at me and calls my name.
“I figured that out when she looked at me and babbled for a good three minutes,” she says and then looks down at my daughter in her arms. “I was telling her that she interrupted a very important moment.”