Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 92368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
I’ve just finished filling the dishwasher up when Zeus comes in.
“She asleep?” I ask.
“The second her head hit the pillow. I didn’t even have to read her a story.”
“I think all the excitement and the football game wiped her out.”
“Yeah,” he agrees. Then, “You should have let me clean up. You did all the cooking.”
“It’s not a problem,” I tell him.
“Have I told you those cupcakes you made were amazing?”
“Only about ten times.”
“Clearly not enough then.”
His eyes sparkle, and I feel a pang of attraction in my gut.
I look away and start wiping down the sink.
“You sure I can’t do anything to help?” His voice sounds closer now, deeper and lower, reminding me of long, drugging kisses and hot nights in his arms.
“No. I’m all done,” I say, but I don’t turn around. I’m feeling flustered and heated, and I don’t want him to see what I know is written on my face right now—desire.
I hate the effect just his voice can have on me.
“Well then, I guess I’ll head off.”
“I’ll see you out.” I pick up the hand towel and dry my hands, taking time to cool down. Then, I turn and follow him out to the front door.
He opens it and steps outside into the night before facing me. He holds the frame with his hand, and my eyes are pulled to his forearm and the veins strongly running through it.
I’ve traced those veins with my tongue. I’ve tasted every single part of this man. There isn’t a part of his body that I haven’t seen or touched. Or he with mine.
I feel an ache between my legs and press my thighs together.
He wets his lips. “Cam…I know I’ve already said it once today, but thank you for having them all here and making them feel so welcome.”
I realize that I’m staring at his mouth, so I lift my gaze to his eyes. “They are welcome anytime.” And I mean it.
I’ve missed being a part of the Kincaids. It felt nice to have that chance again today. And it was even better, knowing Gigi will have that and them for the rest of her life.
“So, I’ll see you tomorrow?” he says.
“You’re still picking Gigi up from pre-K? I said I’d work overtime tomorrow.”
“Yeah, I was planning on taking her to my place. Thought we could go down to the water, feed the birds. Unless you want me to bring her here?”
“No, it’s fine. Take her to yours. She’ll love feeding the birds. I can come straight from work and pick her up after I’m finished. I get off at six.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll bring her home at about half past six.”
“You sure?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Perfect. Thanks, Z.”
I smile, and his lip lifts at the corner into that sexy smile of his.
“It’s been a hella long time since you called me that.”
Shit.
I called him Z.
I used to do that only when I wanted him—sexually, I mean.
I never even realized that was the case until he pointed it out one day. He said that was when he knew I wanted him inside me, which was pretty much all the time.
And, now, I’ve just called him Z and given myself away. Zeus is nothing if not observant.
My cheeks heat, and I lower my eyes. “Yeah. Weird.”
He chuckles softly. “Night, Dove.” Then, he leans close and presses his lips to my forehead.
The instant his lips touch my skin, the air between us heightens, like a fully charged lightning rod has just been plunged into the ground beneath us.
I know he feels it, too, because his breaths quicken.
My pulse starts to throb in my neck.
His lips linger for long seconds. I’m about to ask what he’s doing even though I’m fully aware of what he’s doing, but I know I need to put a stop to it before it gets out of control. But he shifts closer, and my breasts brush his chest, sucking the words out of my head and all the air out of my lungs.
His lips trace a path down my temple, stopping to press a soft kiss to my cheekbone and then my jaw. He keeps kissing until he reaches the corner of my mouth.
My eyes are closed. I open them and find myself staring into his. I know that look. I used to love that look.
“Z…” I whisper.
And that’s all it takes.
His mouth crashes onto mine.
I open up for him without hesitation. His tongue sweeps inside, sliding against mine, and all rational thought abandons me.
His hands drag up the material of my long dress to my thighs. He lifts me like I weigh nothing.
To Zeus, I don’t. The guy is about two hundred fifty pounds of pure, solid muscle, and he squats five hundred pounds for fun.
My long legs wrap around his waist.
I’m vaguely aware of movement.
Then, the front door bangs shut.
A second later, my back hits the hallway wall.