Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“Morning, baby. The sun is starting to rise.”
“Then we should still be sleeping.” I pull the cover up to my face and burrow in deeper. His deep chuckle warms me more than the blanket ever could.
“Just open your eyes and watch the sunrise with me.”
“Too sleepy.”
“Well, I guess I’ll eat breakfast.”
“Not hungry,” I mumble, closing my eyes. We were up way too late last night, making out like teenagers. I think my lips are permanently bruised, but I’m not complaining. I loved every minute of it. However, I’m exhausted, and we don’t have plans today that I’m aware of, so I’m most definitely sleeping past sunrise.
I know that I should wake up because Chloe gets married next Saturday, and my days waking up in his arms, in his bed, are numbered. I’ve been avoiding thinking about it at all costs. I keep pushing it to the back of my mind
I have to figure out how I’m going to live without him. I never had a choice where Merrick was concerned. I was always going to love him. It’s as stress-free as if it were written in the stars. He’s so easy to be around, so loving and attentive, and he treats me like I’m special, as if I’m someone of importance to him, not just some girl who works for his sister-in-law whom he agreed to help out.
That’s where we started, but that’s not where we are now. No, instead, I’m lying naked in his bed, while he trails kisses down my spine, trying to figure out a way to convince him to love me back.
My eyes are closed, but they pop open when I feel him press on my hips beneath the covers so that I’m lying flat on my back. I’m ready to ask him what he’s doing when his lips press very low on my belly.
“I thought you were eating breakfast?” I ask, reaching down and running my fingers through his hair. I hear him chuckle before he pulls the covers down so that I can see all of him.
“I am.” With that, he leans forward and runs his tongue up my center. I gasp because my sleepy brain did not think he meant that I was his breakfast, but I should have known. “Last night’s dessert wasn’t enough, baby.”
Yeah, about that. So we might have done more last night than kiss like a couple of teenagers. He went down on me, claiming he was going to die of hunger if he didn’t get to. Who was I to tell him no? I’ve wanted it since the night he tried, and I made him wait. So, yeah, he got his dessert and well, I did too. He tried to stop me, claiming last night was for me this time, but I was very convincing.
So, yeah, I’m exhausted and was not expecting this. When he sucks my clit into his mouth, I moan, and my quivering legs wrap around his neck.
“There you go,” he murmurs, before going back for more. He slides one finger inside me, and I can’t keep track of where he ends and I begin. Instead, I hold him to me, because I need more, and close my eyes. I focus on the feel of his mouth exploring me while he fingers me at the same time.
“Don’t hold back on me,” he demands.
“I—I’m not,” I assure him.
“Come for me, baby, and I’ll make you some breakfast.”
“What if I want you?” I ask him.
“You can have me anytime you want, but your belly just growled.”
Shit. I don’t have time to be embarrassed because his mouth hovers over my clit, before he goes to work, and before long, his wickedly talented tongue and his fingers have me crashing over the edge.
Merrick doesn’t stop lavishing me until my body stops trembling. He kisses over my belly, stopping to pay attention to my breasts, before lifting his head and smiling. “Morning, beautiful.”
“We said that.”
He wipes his mouth that’s glistening from my release on the back of his arm. “We did, but I wanted to say it again.” He leans in for a kiss, and my stomach growls louder this time. “Okay, okay, I’m going.” He instead pops a kiss on my nose and climbs out of bed. I watch him as he tugs on a pair of boxer briefs from his drawer, before coming back to the bed and tucking me in, making sure the cover surrounds me.
“You stay here. I’ll bring you breakfast in bed.”
“I can come to the kitchen.”
“Nope. Not today. I’ll be back.” He taps my thigh before standing and walking out of the room.
Tears fill my eyes.
One more week.
A week from today, Chloe marries the love of her life, and this will be over. We’ve never talked about what comes after, and I, for one, am too afraid to bring it up. I don’t want to rock the boat. I want this time with him. If it’s going to be the last, I’m soaking up as much of Merrick Kincaid as I can. Besides, I’ll need these moments to last me a lifetime. I’m certain I’ll never love anyone the way I love him.