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)
CHAPTER 11
Kavanaugh
“My parents want to meet you,” Eden says, curled up next to me, her head on my chest as I lazily trace patterns on her bare back. The fact that she’s telling me this after I took her in the shower doesn’t deter my cock in the least. Feeling her naked tits against my skin, knowing what she tastes like, and how she screams my name when she comes, doesn’t do shit to the flesh between my legs.
“Set it up. We’ll do dinner here. If you can make it on a Saturday or Sunday, even better, so nobody will be scrambling around, getting home from work.” Her eyes focus on mine. The lamp on my side of the bed is the only light in the room. Neither of us was ready to fall asleep yet. So, instead of turning on the television, we slid beneath the sheets, talking about everything except work.
“You don’t mind? I’ll supply the food and drinks. Obviously, I’ll help cook, too,” she offers. There’s something to be said about an independent woman and feeling the need to do more than what’s necessary.
“I wouldn’t have offered if I did. We’ll hit the grocery store together. Figure out what we need, and a date, and go from there. My dad will be in town in the next couple of weeks. If you think your parents wouldn’t mind, we can have it with all of us together.” She stopped at her parents’ house after work, needing to spend time with them, talk to them, and clue them in on our relationship. I kind of assumed Eden had already told her parents, since my father knows about her. My father is retired. The two of us call or text daily, especially after we lost Mom five years ago, well before her time on earth was up, due to cancer. He hung his robe up early on in life. Now he golfs with his buddies, touring this country as well as others when he gets the chance. If only he’d start dating. Dad has told me time and time again, the one woman who was made for him was taken away from him, and he’s not willing to replace her with a woman he couldn’t give his whole heart to. For the longest time, I didn’t understand it. Being with Eden shows me exactly how he feels. She lifts up, blue-green eyes staring at me, a look of pure seduction and happiness written across her face. Her hair is falling down, a strand curling around a peaked nipple. My hand moves from its place on my chest, traveling the length of the brown-blonde lock, watching as her flesh pebbles when I drag the tip of my finger around the pink tip. Eden is always so ready for me, much like I am when it comes to her.
“We’re really doing this, aren’t we?” she asks. If it were up to me, we’d be a lot further along. That thing about having a self-sufficient woman doesn’t stop at her wanting to pay for groceries; it’s the fact she’ll try to buy our dinner, which gets shot down with only a look, or she spends ninety percent of her time here, yet if I were to bring up her moving in and giving up her apartment, the scathing look she’d give me would make for an argument neither of us wants or needs.
“We’re really doing this. I’m more than ready. It’s you who needs to catch up, Eden.” Her breath hitches. Our talk this weekend gleamed a light on how she feels. She might have been falling for me, but I was already there. “In case you don’t know by now, baby girl, what I feel for you goes deeper than love, and I’ll be giving you those words soon. Tonight isn’t the night. When it happens, we’ll have all night for me to prove it to you.” Eden plants her face in my chest. I can feel the way she’s inhaling and exhaling against me, letting her have this moment to gather her thoughts. All I can do is hold this woman closer to me and never let go.
“Okay, I’m better, promise, and I can’t wait to hear those three words later.” Her gaze is back on mine, gracing me with a smile.
“Good, if you’re ready to sleep now, I’ll turn the light off. Some of us wake up early, you know,” I tease her. My hand that was on her back slides up her spine, fingers burrowing under her hair. She gets the memo, head dipping lower until our lips meet one another’s. I’d have her flat on her back, hips wedged between her thighs, if not for seeing the tiredness linger around her eyes.
“Not all of us can be as spry as a chicken either, Samuel,” she says right before I take her mouth, nipping at her bottom lip, pulling on it as she sighs in pleasure. My tongue wraps around hers, giving us both the type of kiss we hunger for. I’m about to say fuck it. The need to feel her flesh ripple around me. My cock is in full agreement even if my mind is telling me to reel it the hell in.