Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
The hostess blinked and took a step back, then spun on her heel. “Right this way.”
She took us to a booth by the big, front widow, and I helped Layla slide onto the bench seat before following her in. When she looked up at me in surprise, my gaze dropped to her lips, and I wasn’t hungry for food anymore.
I bent my head and lightly touched my mouth to hers, then palmed the sides of her face when she let out a tiny little moan. The slap of plastic on the table broke the spell, and I whipped my head around to scowl at the retreating back of the obnoxious brat.
While I would have much preferred to get back to our kiss, Layla’s stomach chose that moment to rumble. I laughed and picked up the two faded menus encased in clear plastic with a bright red edge. After handing her one, I scanned the options, then tossed it away. “What do you usually get here?” I asked softly, bending my head so my lips were at her ear.
I grinned when her breath caught for a second, then she cleared her throat. “Um, I like the pineapple and ham pizza.”
Clearly, my attempt to hide my disgust failed because she threw her head back and laughed. I couldn’t help but smile in return. “Fruit doesn’t belong anywhere near a pizza,” I grumped.
Her eyes sparkled, causing warmth to flow through my body. “How about sausage and green pepper then?”
“Sounds perfect.”
A server had stopped by with glasses of water while we were deciding on our meal, and I took a sip as I put my arm over Layla’s shoulders and relaxed on the bench seat. She glanced up at me with a shy smile, and after setting my drink on the table, I leaned in to kiss her, but we were interrupted by a gravelly voice asking, “Are you ready to order?” Layla jerked back and her cheeks heated, making me chuckle before turning to face our server.
Flo—according to her name tag— couldn’t have been a day under seventy-five, with tight gray curls on her head, deep wrinkles on her face, and bright red lipstick. Though her voice had been low and rough—probably from years of smoking—she wore a pleasant expression. She looked like she’d just walked out of a diner scene in an old movie.
I ordered our pizza and some breadsticks, along with a soda for Layla and a beer for me. Flo smiled and nodded, then walked back toward the kitchen with a spring in her step that belied her age.
Layla giggled, and the sound set all of my nerve endings on alert. I was acutely aware of her lush body cuddled up to my much harder one. “I feel like we almost got caught making out by my grandmother.”
“Almost,” I agreed with a wink. Then I captured her lips in a lazy, exploring kiss. One of my hands slipped into her hair to cradle the back of her skull, and I licked along the seam of her mouth. When she opened, my tongue slid inside and curled with hers, eliciting a tiny moan from her throat.
I wanted to pull her onto my lap, to cup her delicious ass and grind my engorged cock. But a small part of me was still sane enough to remember we were in public. Still, I didn’t pull away until we heard the clearing of a throat. I released Layla’s lips with a soft chuckle. “Busted,” I whispered.
Layla’s face was tomato red, but she fell into a fit of giggles, making me grin as I turned to look at Flo.
“Sorry. Got carried away.”
Flo tsked, but her eyes danced merrily as she placed our glasses and basket of bread in front of us. “Keep it PG, lovebirds. This is a family establishment.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I replied with a contrite smile, making her laugh.
A young guy stood beside her with a tray, and he set it on the table. The aroma was mouthwatering, and I realized I’d been so focused on Layla that I’d forgotten to eat. The only thing I’d been hungry for was her.
But now, with the food in front of us, I was starving.
“Enjoy. And let me know if you need anything else.” Flo bustled off and we dug into the delicious fare.
While we ate, we made small talk, getting to know each other better. The more she told me, the more I was convinced that she was the one for me. Sweet, funny, and fucking gorgeous.
“Just the one brother?”
Layla nodded, and her eyes turned wistful. “I always wished I had more siblings.” She ducked her head, but not before I saw the color staining her cheeks. “Maybe that’s why I teach kindergarten…and why I want a big family.”
My mouth curled up into a gentle smile, and I put a finger under her chin to lift her head. “Nothin’ to be embarrassed about, baby. You just need the right man to keep you knocked up until you have as many kids as you want.” I winked, and she giggled, blushing even harder. Fucking adorable.