Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
I liked the way his chest rippled as he pulled off his shirt to get into the water. His torso was tight and ripped. His arms strong, his biceps flexing as he moved. His legs were powerful, his thighs thick, the muscles bunching in sexy waves under the skin. I’d had to look away, the lust that flared inside me simply by looking at him almost bringing me to my knees. I had never felt anything like it.
And when he’d finally kissed me again, I almost exploded. His lips were surprisingly soft, considering the cross words he often uttered. But when he was kissing me, he was completely sweet. And sexy. He made some low, growly sounds in his throat. His chest rumbled against mine in pleasure. His embrace was tight, his caresses indulgent. He made me forget about everything, but him. Us. The sensations he brought out. My past didn’t matter. Our heated interactions faded away. There was only him and me.
I sighed, running a finger over my lips. I swore I could still feel the possession of his mouth on mine. And I liked it. Maybe too much.
I hadn’t expected this. Planned for it. I planned for everything.
Farmer John wasn’t on my bingo card.
And yet, there he was. The big free space in the middle.
A soft knock startled me, and I frowned as I stood. I wasn’t expecting anyone. A small tremor went through me, but I shook my head. Preston made it perfectly clear he didn’t care where we went or what I did, as long as it didn’t involve him. His exact words were “the farther away, the better.” Those had been the last words he’d spoken as he signed away his parental rights and the divorce papers. Then he walked away, not bothering to look back.
The knock came again, and I approached the door. “Hello?” I called out.
“Hey, it’s me,” John replied.
I opened the door, meeting his warm gaze. It was so different from the frosty one I had gotten used to seeing that, for a moment, all I could do was stare. He grinned at me. “Cat got your tongue, darlin’?”
I shook my head and stepped back, indicating for him to come inside. I shut the door and turned to face him. “Everything okay? I texted you that we got home.”
“Oh yeah, everything is fine,” he assured me. “I got the text.” He winked. “I liked the little x at the end, by the way.”
I had hesitated about adding that, but in the end, I had. Now I was glad.
“I had meant to give you some fresh eggs and forgot.” He handed me a small basket.
“You didn’t have to drive all the way over here.”
“It wasn’t a problem.”
Then he held up Fluffy. “But given Pumpkin’s love for her bear, I was afraid not having this when she woke up might be.”
“Oh, I thought it was in the SUV!”
“I found this on the ground after you left,” he explained. “I hated the thought of her upset. I know Cody used to freak out if he couldn’t find his blanket.” He chuckled, his eyes dancing. “He still has it in his room. He says it’s no big deal, but I know he keeps it close.”
“You came over with it so she wouldn’t be upset,” I whispered, my throat tight.
“And so you had fresh eggs for breakfast. A good start for both of you.”
Some men would have called. Others wouldn’t have bothered. Most wouldn’t have noticed it lying there until the next day—if then. But he did. And he brought it over, along with some fresh eggs so our morning would be better.
This man.
This man who liked to grump and let people think he was unapproachable.
He was anything but.
I launched myself at him, my mouth on his before I could think. He immediately wrapped me in his arms, kissing me back with utter abandonment. Fluffy fell to the floor, unheeded. In seconds, John had turned, pressing me against the wall beside the doorway he’d walked in through. His body was hard, massive, like sculpted marble, pressing into my softer body, our forms melded together. I wrapped my legs around his hips, and he cupped my nape, keeping me close to his mouth. I moaned as he slid his hand along my bare skin, his fingers inching upward on my thighs. I gasped in his mouth as his fingers grazed the edge of my underwear, some small piece of my brain screaming it was too soon and he needed to stop. I wasn’t listening to that voice right now. The glide of his tongue along mine was erasing every other thought from my head.
Then his phone rang, breaking the moment. He stilled, pulling back his head, meeting my eyes.
“I can ignore that.”
“But you probably shouldn’t,” I whispered regretfully.
He nodded, dropping another fast kiss to my mouth, then set me on my feet. But he didn’t move away, answering his phone with a quiet hello. He listened for a moment. “They what?” He shook his head with a frustrated groan. “Okay. Tell them I’ll be there right away.”