Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Sam, on the other hand, is excited but also has a runny nose.
“Keep these pockets zipped when you aren’t getting a tissue,” I tell him, stuffing another two packets of tissues into the free pockets of his coat.
“I have a huge box of Kleenex in the car,” Tess says. “He won’t run out.”
“Dude, you look like the kid from A Christmas Story,” Dom says to Sam. “You might get hot in the car.”
I bundled them both up well because it’s a very cold day in Denver, and it’s snowing hard. I know they’re going to be in the best hands, but stressing about their outerwear is helping me burn off my nervous energy.
Rowan and I are going to be alone in my house soon, and I think every adult in the room right now knows what we’ll be doing.
He and Dom have to be at their home arena early tomorrow morning for a home game. After that they have a five-day road trip. I’m pretty sure Tess planned this day with the boys specifically so Rowan and I could be alone.
“Let’s load up, troops,” Dom says. “Hannah and her friend are waiting in the car.”
Tess turns to me and Rowan, giving us a very dramatic wink. “Merry Christmas, you two.”
“Aunt Tess, Christmas is over,” Sam says.
“Oh, you’re right. How silly of me.”
Rowan and I exchange a look, my stomach doing a flip from the desire I see swirling in his eyes.
I watch from the doorway as Dom, Tess and the boys get in the car, Rowan coming to stand behind me. He puts a hand on my hip and I lean back into his warm, solid chest.
He could pass for a male model when he wears a suit, and I love seeing him in his hockey uniform, but it’s our mornings at my place that are my favorite. It’s intimate, being one of the few people who gets to see him in sweats, T-shirts and the reading glasses he wears when reading or scrolling on his phone.
“Have fun!” I call out as Dom backs out of my driveway, waving.
As soon as the car disappears from view, Rowan tugs me back into the house and closes the door, putting his back against the door and giving me a wicked smile.
“It’s cold out there. But you know where it’s warm?”
I pretend to think about it. “In the kitchen, with the oven on? Are you saying you want me to bake you something?”
He pushes off the door, his gaze turning predatory. I laugh and back up, making him pursue me. It only takes him a few seconds to catch me and sweep me up. I yelp as he gently throws me over his shoulder, play biting my ass.
I laugh as he tickles me, powerless to escape his grasp. It’s the hardest I’ve laughed in a long time, and it helps relax the tension I’ve been feeling since yesterday.
When we reach my bedroom, he sets me on the bed, pulling his T-shirt up and off over his head and supporting his weight on a knee and his hands as he looks down at me.
“I want you, but I want you to be ready. We can wait if--”
I cut him off. “I’m ready. Beyond ready.”
His eyes darken and he smiles, bending his arms to reach me for a kiss. “I love you, Cam. I’m in, with my whole fucked-up heart. I’ll never be perfect, but I’ll never stop trying to be better for you.”
I put my palms on his cheeks. “I’ll never be perfect, either. And I love you so much it feels like my heart might explode.”
“Let’s hope not,” he says lightly, kissing me.
I wrap myself around him as his lips claim mine, desperate for more. He kisses my jawline, my earlobes, my neck. When he moves down to push up my shirt, I close my eyes for a second and take a deep breath, working up the courage to do what I’ve been fantasizing about.
“It’s my turn,” I say softly.
“Hmm?” he looks up from my stomach, where he’s trailing kisses upward.
“I need to move to show you.”
He moves aside and I get out of bed, standing beside it so I’m facing it.
“You’ve given me twenty-two mind-blowing orgasms in the past month, which is more than I’ve ever had with anyone.”
He arches a brow, amused. “You kept a tally?”
I pull off my Coyotes T-shirt, which is actually his. He forgets his question, his gaze turning serious as he takes me in. I’m wearing a Christmas gift to myself, a white lacy bra and underwear, so I could feel my sexiest for this moment. The fabric is sheer, my nipples showing through it.
It takes all my courage to do this in broad daylight because my body isn’t perfect. I have stretch marks and my stomach isn’t flat. But I’m Rowan’s one and only, and his one and only isn’t going to hide under the covers and give him quick hand jobs.