Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 68688 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68688 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
I stepped farther into the room. “Morning. Or afternoon, I guess.”
When he turned to look at me, the annoyance over the progress of the game immediately evaporated. “It’s a beautiful morning whenever you walk into the room.” He wore the most handsome smile as he left the couch and came to me. His thick arm circled me and brought me close as he kissed me hard on the mouth. Then he gave my ass a hard squeeze and a playful spank. “Pancakes?”
“You haven’t eaten?”
“I already had breakfast. Couldn’t wait.”
“Then don’t worry about getting me anything.”
“I need to eat lunch anyway. So, pancakes or something more traditional?”
It was past one. I’d already taken up most of his day hanging around. “I should get going, so don’t worry about me.”
He stilled, his soft stare slowly hardening to the blunt side of a hammer. “It’s Sunday. You have somewhere to be?”
“No. I just want to get out of your hair—”
“Let me save you some time,” he snapped. “If I want you to leave, I’ll tell you. Alright?”
“I assumed that you have plans or work.”
“And if that’s the case, I’ll tell you.” He was a teddy bear one moment, then a fire-breathing dragon the next. “I want you here in my t-shirt on the couch, watching TV in front of the fire, fucking in the armchair, napping whenever we feel like it, and having Gerard bring us whatever the fuck we want. Is that a problem?”
“Stop yelling at me.”
“You’ll never know what I sound like when I yell because I would never yell at you,” he said. “You’re my goddamn woman, so start acting like it. I want you here—always. Live here for all I fucking care.” He continued to stare me down with a jawline that was as sharp as the edge of a blade. “You understand me?”
I didn’t know how a man who was so drop-dead gorgeous could possibly want me so much. Who didn’t play games, who just told me how he felt when he felt it. He could be fucking all of Paris, but he’d settled for me. “Yes…”
“Then get your ass over here.”
I moved back into him, seeing the way his angry eyes watched me the whole way. I rose on my tiptoes and extended my hand for the back of his neck, as far as I could reach. My body was lifted by his strong arms, and I was face-to-face with him, his big hands gripping my ass. My arms circled his neck, and I pressed my forehead to his. “I’ll take the pancakes.”
A slow smile crept over his lips before he pulled away to look me in the eye. He was so hot when he looked intense, even pissed off. But when he smiled…it was like the most handsome he looked. His eyes shone like the water of the Mediterranean, and he was warmer than the Tuscan sun. “That’s my girl.”