Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 127715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 639(@200wpm)___ 511(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 639(@200wpm)___ 511(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
His arms closed around her, his mouth opened, hers reciprocated, and he swept his tongue inside.
He felt warmth, tasted beautiful woman, his cock that had been stirring since he laid eyes on her woke up and his arms tightened, pulling her deeper into his body as he slanted his head and took even more from her.
Lillian pressed closer, arching into him, her fingers sliding into his hair, and she gave it.
At her touch, he groaned into her mouth.
All about giving as good as she got, she moaned in return.
They made out, hot and heavy, for too long before he broke it, but he didn’t let her go.
Both of them breathing heavily, they stared into each other’s heated eyes.
Fuck him, that green shone like emeralds when she was turned on, and that in turn was a massive turn on.
“Well,” she said with a trembling voice, “it’s good we did that. It won’t be on our minds all through dinner and ruin the movies because that’s all we’re thinking about.”
She was very wrong. Now that he knew what she tasted like and how good she could kiss, that was all he was going to be thinking about.
“And we have practice,” she continued. “So we can just take up where we left off when you bring me home.”
He couldn’t stop it.
He busted out laughing, pulling her even closer, and after his head shot back with his humor, he shoved his face in her neck getting a nose full of jasmine and rose, and liking it.
She let him do that, and only when his laughter started waning did she whisper, “That feels nice.”
He lifted his head and smiled down at her.
His smile faded when he saw how intent she looked.
Not serious.
Intent.
“I’m going to see about making you do that more often, Harry Moran,” she said softly.
“I’m not going to argue with that, Lillian Rainier,” he replied, also softly, making his own vow, silently, to do the same once he got her through whatever was going to come.
She touched his jaw, then bopped up to give him a peck on the lips before pulling from his arms, but taking his hand and leading him toward the door, saying, “I need to get fed. I also need to watch you eat tomatoes and basil. I’ve spent all day making up great quips about you wasting a perfectly good opportunity to splurge on carbs. I don’t want to forget any.”
“I’ll take a bite of yours,” he said, reaching to the door handle but not catching it because she stopped dead.
He turned to her.
“I don’t share food,” she declared.
“Bummer,” he muttered on a tease.
“Okay, I’ll share with you,” she decreed instantly, evidence she was either a pushover, or she was a pushover for him.
The first one he didn’t believe. Not with all she’d wrought all by herself in her thirty-five years.
The second one he’d take.
He opened the door, murmuring, “Obliged.”
“But don’t tell anyone,” she warned. “I’m famous for my fork maneuvers.
He was chuckling as they stood out on her porch, and he waited for her to lock up after them.
“Fork maneuvers?” he asked.
She glanced up at him. “As in, spearing you if you try to nab something off my plate.”
That earned more chuckles.
She locked her door and stowed her keys back in her purse.
He took her hand and guided her to his truck. He opened the door for her, helped her in, and closed it on her.
He glanced to her neighbor’s house as he moved around the hood and saw Ronetta wasn’t hiding behind a curtain anymore. She was standing in the window, arms crossed, staring at him. George was beside her.
Ronetta just stared.
George lifted two fingers to his eyes and then turned them around toward Harry.
Harry jutted his chin their way then dropped it to grin down at his boots.
The minute he got into his truck and turned the ignition, Lillian rolled her window down.
He looked to her.
She had her head out the window and was shouting, “Stop being weird!”
He burst out laughing again, but when he turned that way, he saw George disappear from the window.
Ronetta wasn’t as easily cowed.
“Roll up your window, sweetheart, it’s cold,” Harry ordered as he put the truck in gear.
She did as told.
And Harry drove them to Luigi’s.
ELEVEN
Time to Make Bread
Lillian
I woke up instantly knowing I felt refreshed…
And happy.
The second one took my attention because, as sad as it sounded, I didn’t remember the last time I felt happy.
Really, truly, genuinely happy.
It was a miracle, especially in light of all that was going on.
And it was because my date with Harry had been amazing.
I turned to my side, curled my legs into my belly and aimed my eyes out my back window.
It was late, the sun fully out, so I had definitely slept in.
I saw the line of sunflowers I’d planted outside the window, and I again felt the loss of Sparkles, my cat, who was a morning cuddler.