Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 56295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
I attempt to tame what I’m sure is my wild hear and straighten my robe after walking across the street and going up the few steps Nix has. My front porch has pots full of flowers, two small chairs, and a table, and my flowerbeds are lush and mature, the grass is green and well maintained because I refuse to let it go. Plus, working outside in my yard is an escape from reality—my mind turns off, there’s nothing except me, the lawn equipment, the sun beating down on my body, and my headphones. Phoenix’s yard is not that—cut grass, zero plants, a chair that has seen better days, and that’s it.
“Here goes nothing.” Nix has a doorbell I could and should use, but I don’t bother pressing the button, unless in the rare occurrence he’s asleep, unlike the person standing on the other side of his wood door, knocking. Another thought goes through my mind, like Oh, I don’t know. Maybe I should have called or texted him instead of just showing up unannounced. Plus, it’s not like I’m making a lot of noise as it is. I knock one more time, a little harder this go-around. If he doesn’t answer the door, well, I’ll head back to my house, wait until tomorrow. Since I have the day off, I can always get ahold of him, maybe bring him a sandwich and have lunch with him at the shop.
“Leigh. Jesus, sweetheart, you scared the shit out of me. I thought it was one of the girls knocking on the door because something was wrong,” Nix answers the door His hair looks like he’s run his fingers through it countless times, and he’s shirtless, wearing only a pair of flannel pajama pants. My gaze is taking the entirety of him in. It never gets old, not when I was a teenager who barely knew what a man like him was capable of, and definitely not now that I know given the opportunity Nix will be mine if I say the words.
“Um, yeah. This wasn’t the best planning on my part. Would it help matters any if I said this was partly Ophelia’s plan?” I shrug my shoulders. The belt around my waist loosens. A bad habit of mine is just loping it over the ends, pulling it tight; obviously, it tends to unravel when you do that. Nix must take notice. One moment I’m on his doorstep, the next his arm is wrapped around my waist beneath my now open robe, skin to skin, a heated touch, my fingers pressing firmly to him as he picks me up. The door is slammed shut, my back is pressed against it, and the only thing I can hear is our combined breathing along with my heart beating through my veins.
“Remind me to send her flowers.” He doesn’t mess around. The hand that closed the door holds the back of my head as his lips and tongue take mine, the fresh mint taste with the undertone that’s so uniquely Nix consuming me; there’s no other word for it. My hands are at his lower abdomen, trailing upwards until I’m pressing on his pecs, nails digging in. The questioning that was going through my brain earlier, all the what-ifs, should we, could we, do we, they all evaporate. Will the navigation of a new relationship be hard? I’m sure it’ll be ten times harder than anything I did with David. Where I was young and basically followed his lead, it’s different with Nix. He consumes every depth of my being.
“Phoenix.” He lifts away from my lips, moving until his lips are a whisper away from my ear. I so badly want to lift my leg over his hip, spreading myself open for him, to feel him against me even if it’s only for a moment.
“Love you in my house. Dreamed of the day you’d come to me. And the way you look right now, it’s a dream come to life.” He bends at the knees, his front completely against mine, and I kind of hate myself for having my hands on his chest when I know that I could have our bodies fused to each other.
“God, yes, more.” His hand that was on my lower back slides inside my shorts, grasping the cheek of my ass, lifting me in his arms. My legs automatically wrap around him, and this time, I slide my hands up until they’re on his shoulders. Nix’s legs spread my thighs. The length of him is hard, thick, and heavy. My mind is only focused on the sensations he’s pulling from my body.
“Fuck, sweetheart. I can feel you. It’s all for me. Fuck yeah, it’s all for me.” He swivels his hips, the head of his cock lays claim to my slit, and my head tips back. “Are you ready to make this official?” Phoenix asks while playing my body like a violin. Every touch, every groan, every whisper plays together. I’m strung so tight that one more flex of his hips, nip of his teeth near my ear, and I know my body will sing.