Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 74390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“Malcomb.” Her brows furrowed with a mix of anger and confusion. “What are you doing here.”
“I told you. We need to talk.”
“It’s three in the morning.”
“I know what time it is, Londyn, and I don’t care. I’m not waiting another second.”
On impulse, I stepped forward, closing the distance between us, then slipped my arms around her, pulling her close. She didn’t resist as I lowered my mouth to hers, kissing her with a passion that words could never express. As our lips parted, Londyn let out a soft moan, giving me all the encouragement I needed. I ran my hands down the sides of her body, feeling the curves of her hips and the softness of her thighs. She pressed herself against me, her body molding perfectly to mine. I could feel her heat even through the fabric of her nightgown.
I released her mouth as I stepped forward, pinning her back against the wall. “Fuck, I’ve missed you.”
She looked up at me with a look of longing in her eyes as she muttered, “I’ve missed you, too but...”
“Before you say anything, I need to tell you that I’m sorry. I’m sorry about it all.”
“But it’s not that simple.” She took a step back, breaking our embrace. “I know about Dad and what he said to you.”
“What?” I gasped, unable to hide my surprise.
“He finally broke down and told me tonight.” I could see the anguish in her eyes as she told me, “He should’ve never said those things to you, Malcomb. They weren’t true... I wasn’t better off without you. Please tell me you know that.”
“I don’t know. Maybe you were... maybe you still are, but it doesn’t matter.” I placed my hands on her hips, pulling her close once again. “Not anymore.”
Tears filled her eyes as she said, “There’s so much, Malcomb.”
“I know... We’ll get through it. We have to.” Her eyes remained locked on mine as I told her, “I’m not losing you, Londyn. Not again.”
I lowered my mouth to hers, kissing her with passion and hunger as I pulled her even closer. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the sensation of her touch. Having her in my arms again made me forget about everything else. It was just her and me.
Her arms wrapped around my neck, her fingers tangled in my hair as I delved deeper into her mouth, and when she inched closer, pressing her warm body against mine, I could feel the blood rushing to my already throbbing erection. My need for her consumed me, making it impossible to think.
“Dalton.”
And just like that, I felt like I’d been doused with ice water.
I took a step back, leaving her in a flustered daze. Her eyes were filled with hunger, leaving no doubt that she didn’t want me to stop, and in all honesty, I didn’t want to either. But we weren’t alone, and there was no way in hell I was going to take a chance on him walking in on us. “Damn, I wasn’t fucking thinking.”
A soft smile slipped across her face. “We were both caught up in the moment. Besides, he’s sound asleep.”
It was still hard to believe that I had a four-year-old son. It was even harder to believe that he was just in the next room. “Can I see him?”
She hesitated for a moment, then sighed and told me, “He had a hard time getting to sleep. We both did.”
“I’ll be careful not to wake him.”
She nodded, then led me down the hall and into her bedroom. A nightlight illuminated the space, casting a warm glow over the room. In the center of the bed, nestled under the covers, was a small figure nestled in the bed, his chest rising and falling with each breath.
I couldn't help but feel a pang of regret and guilt as I looked at my son. I hadn't been there for him, hadn't been there for his mother when she needed me the most. But now I was here, and I was going to do everything in my power to make it up to him and to Londyn.
I sat down on the edge of the bed and studied my son's face. He had curly blond hair and a nose that was too big for his face, but he was still the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I reached out and brushed a loose strand of hair from his forehead, and he stirred slightly in his sleep. My emotions were starting to get the best of me as I whispered, “Is he really mine?”
“Yes, he’s most definitely yours.”
Even as I heard her say the words, I couldn’t believe it.
He was beautiful and healthy, and he was mine.
Five years earlier, my world had been turned upside down, and tonight, I’d been given the chance to right it once again. It wouldn’t be easy, but for him, I would move mountains.