Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
The only thought in my mind was getting to the pot of coffee, where of course he had everything laid out of for me, minus my preferred sweet cream coffee creamer. A cup of piping hot coffee in hand, I realize why I was so cold is right in front of me. Samuel left the sliding glass door open to the back patio and pool deck.
“I should have stolen a pair of his socks, too,” I grumble as I walk out onto the cold concrete beneath my feet while taking my first sip of coffee, humming in happiness even though the sun is bright, the air is cool, and my toes are probably going to fall off from hypothermia at some point. Samuel’s house really is freaking awesome, not a bachelor pad by any means, more set up for a creature of comfort. It’s not overly large yet bigger than my childhood home with its four bedrooms, three bathrooms, and three-car garage. I’d say the biggest expense would be my current view right now—the pool. Where the man of the morning is currently gliding through the water as if he were a natural born swimmer. Not that it doesn’t surprise me. The man can do anything, literally and figuratively speaking.
The further I walk out onto the patio, the warmer the pool deck feels underneath my feet, probably because the sun was beating down on it. You still wouldn’t find me swimming in a pool at this time of year, even if Samuel’s pool is heated all year long. If it’s not at least eighty degrees for weeks at a time, it is not for me.
My eyes watch him as I move to the edge of the deep end, where I take a seat, legs criss-crossed. His long hoodie helps conceal the fact that I’m only wearing a thong beneath. The fabric is big enough to hit well past mid-thigh. Being on the shorter side does come in handy, though I wasn’t always as upbeat about my stature as I am now. I hated how short I was compared to everyone else in my family when I was growing up. Friends were taller, too. It wasn’t until I found high heels that I gained the confidence boost in how they elongated my small stature. It was a game changer; plus, it made my ass look good, too. It also worked out that Samuel Kavanaugh is taller than me, way taller than me. My five-foot three-inch frame to his six-foot-plus one, he somehow manages to make us fit together— in bed, out of bed, anywhere, it doesn’t matter.
I enjoy the view along with my coffee, simply watching the man who has slowly taken over my life in the best way possible, knowing the feelings I have for him continue to grow on a daily basis. My body protests the cool weather wrapping around me, sore from the way Samuel worked my body yesterday. It wasn’t long after the first round that he made a call, ordering two pizzas, one a white for me, a meat lovers for him as we huddled in his bed, uncaring about the crumbs or the mess we made. We were only going to do the same again later that evening. Which we did, in fact. The leftovers were moved to the floor the second we were through eating, and Samuel was taking me again. Then the sheets were changed and showers were had. I was exhausted, catching up from not sleeping all that great the night before. The minute everything was done, we were sliding beneath the sheets, me taking over the middle of the bed to get as close to Samuel as possible, needing his warmth and body surrounding me in order to not have another fitful night of sleep.
“Well, this is a pleasant surprise. You got any more in there for me?” Speaking of the man himself, he bobs out of the water, undeterred by the fact that the air is cool. I will never understand how he can work out as much as he does and still have the energy to keep moving. Whether it’s work, leisure, or whatnot, you’ll always see a small motion, a beat of his finger along his desk, the way his foot taps while sitting in one place for too long. The man does not sit still.
I scrunch my nose, unwilling to give him the second half of my cup just yet. “Your bed was cold once you left it, and I don’t think you’ll like it very much.” Two cups of coffee probably would have been the smart thing to make. Not knowing he’d be stopping this early had me second-guessing my plan.
“I’ll be the judge of that.” Water slides down his body, glistening from not only being in the pool but also the sun blazing in the sky. Instead of going for my cup of coffee in my hand, he lifts his body out of the pool, fingers wrapping around the edge of the bull nose pavers, using his arms and upper body alone. Then his lips are pressing against mine while he holds himself up as he takes from me, tongue sliding out to flick at my lips. My mouth opens for him, and Samuel slides right in, much like he did to my heart. “Tastes better coming from your lips, but I’ll take your cup now, too.” He backs away from me. My eyes are locked on his form as he manages to hop out of the pool without soaking me, hand reaching out to help me up from place on the ground once he’s got two feet on the ground and taking my cup of coffee out of my hand.