Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 95273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
“I’m not asking you for anything, Brady. Not a damn thing. Well, that’s not true. I would ask that you don’t break my daughter’s heart. That if we decide to sleep together, and if sex with you sucks, and we don’t want to do it anymore, you’ll still be kind to Daisy.”
“Why would the sex be bad?”
“Promise me.”
“I want to know why you assume that the sex will be bad, Abbi.”
Her lips twitch. “It was just an example. I don’t think it’ll be bad. But if you and I don’t work out, I don’t want Daisy to suffer for it.”
This is a bad idea. A bad, bad idea. I know better than to get involved, but fucking hell, I can’t walk out of here tonight without knowing what she tastes like.
“I will never make Daisy feel unwanted or suffer for any feelings that I might have for you.”
She watches me closely and then finally nods.
“I believe you.”
“I wouldn’t do that, Abbi.”
“I know. Now, what are you still doing way over there?”
CHAPTER FOUR
ABBI
His eyes, those glorious hazel eyes with flecks of gold in them, narrow on me, and his jaw clenches. I’ve managed to keep my cool since he walked through that door, but my heart is pounding, and the mixture of emotions tonight has been exhausting.
Everything from embarrassment when he found the toy, to anger, to frustration, back to anger and jealousy, and now I simply want him.
The wanting him never goes away.
I want to know why he thinks he’s a bad bet. Why does he think that he can’t make a commitment to someone? There are so many questions, so much I’d like to talk with him about, but first, I’d like to have his hands on me.
And I haven’t felt this way about a man in a long, long time.
There’s a war going on in his eyes as he watches me, and finally, he stands and crosses to me, takes my hand, and pulls me up, then simply scoops me into his arms and sits with me in his lap.
“I might crush you.” I smile and drag my fingers down his cheek, but he doesn’t smile back. “Brady, if you don’t want to be here, it’s okay. You don’t owe me anything, and I’m sorry if you think you do because of what I said in the driveway earlier.”
“It’s not that,” he whispers, his voice ragged as he hovers, mere inches from my lips.
“What is it?”
He growls, and then his lips are on mine, and just like last time, I’m immediately full of electricity and yearning for him. His hand dives into my hair and fists at the nape, holding me where he wants me so he can plunder my mouth, his tongue bold and firm, taking exactly what he wants from me.
“You feel damn good,” he murmurs against my lips before he loops one arm around my back and easily shifts me to lie flat on the couch, hovering over me. He nudges my legs apart and settles between them, and I can feel the full, hard length of him nestled in my cleft. “So fucking beautiful.”
My hands fist in his shirt, and I’ve just managed to get it up and off of him, revealing rock-hard abs, sculpted so perfectly they’d make the gods weep, when my phone starts to ring with Erin’s ringtone.
“Ignore it,” he urges, but I shake my head.
“Can’t. It’s Erin. Could be Daisy.” I reach for the device on the coffee table and swallow hard before I accept the call. “Hello?”
“Hi, I hope I’m not interrupting time with your new boyfriend.” My heart stills, and then I remember that she’s talking about the toy, and I can’t help but bark out a laugh. “I have bad news. Both girls started getting sick about thirty minutes ago. I figure they caught something at school.”
“Oh, no. I’ll come get Daisy.”
“No, Rem’s already on his way in with her. She really wanted to go home.”
“Of course.” Brady backs away so I can sit up, but he doesn’t leave. “What’s wrong with the girls?”
“Upset stomach, nausea. They said their tummies hurt. I’m hoping Daisy makes it home before she starts to throw up. Holly’s already lost her dinner twice.”
“Ugh, thanks for the heads-up. I’m sorry.”
“No, I’m sorry. Keep me posted.”
“Same goes. Thanks, Erin. Bye.” I hang up and sigh, tossing my arm over my face. “Damn it.”
“What do we need to do?”
I move my arm and stare up at him. “Huh?”
“What do we need to do to get ready for her? Puke bucket? Cold compress?” He stands and heads for the kitchen as if he’s on a mission.
I slowly rise from the couch and simply say, “Brady.”
He turns to me, those eyes no less hot, but his body less intense.
“Your girl’s sick, Abs.”
“I know, and I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. Now, what do we need to do?”