Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
She looked at the shower, which was directly behind the living room, peeking her small body around the corner but in front of my body so that she could see within the small space.
“A full shower,” she mused. “That’s awesome, too.”
“You don’t have a full shower in the bus y’all use?” I asked.
“Oh, we do.” She nodded as she moved away and looked throughout the rest of the RV, taking a long look in the back where there were lots of toys—dirt bikes, mountain bikes, blow up paddle boards, and other outdoor things that cost a whack. “But it’s shared between seven people. It doesn’t matter how big it is, it would never be big enough.”
“I take it you don’t like sharing?” I asked.
“I don’t like doing a lot of anything,” she flashed me a smile as she fell onto the couch, then slumped over. “Wow, this couch is nice.”
She wasn’t lying.
I could sleep on that couch most of the night, too.
I started to turn on lights. “Would you like the shower first or should I take one?”
She shrugged. “It’s whatever. I was thinking about having one of those s’mores on the counter, though. I should probably go second so I can brush my teeth when I’m done.”
I grinned as I headed up the stairs. “Your wish is my command.”
I closed the door mostly behind me, then took a quick shower.
When I was done, I got dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a black t-shirt, then headed back down into the kitchen in time to see her completely destroying a s’more.
She had chocolate and marshmallow on her chin, with pieces of the graham cracker attached to it. And I wanted nothing more than to lean over and lick it right off.
“Good?” I asked.
She nodded, her eyes wide. “It’s been so long since I had one of these.”
It’d been years for me.
But man did she make it look good.
I couldn’t stop myself from leaning forward and catching the line of chocolate from her chin, then bringing my thumb to my mouth and licking it clean.
Her eyes flared, and I knew that if I wanted her, I could have her.
And boy, did I want her.
I wanted her so bad that I didn’t see her move until she was standing right in front of me, staring straight up with a dollop of chocolate still at the corner of her lips.
“Slone?” she asked quietly.
I licked my lips. “Yeah?”
She licked the corner of her mouth clean then said, “Are you going to kiss me or what?”
It took my brain half a second to compute what she’d just said, and another point one second to close the distance between us.
My mouth slanted down over hers, and I finally got what I wanted after days of staring at her and wanting.
She was short, so the awkward angle made our kiss hard to accomplish comfortably, and without a second thought, I picked her up and she curled her legs around my waist.
The moment we were face to face, she wrapped her hands around my neck and deepened the kiss.
She tasted like chocolate and marshmallows, and I knew that I’d forever associate that taste with her.
So sweet and so perfect all rolled into a tiny bottle of perfection.
Her tongue touched mine, and I moved until I felt the backs of my calves hit the couch.
When I knew that something was there to catch me, I collapsed, pulling her down into my lap in one swift move.
She squeaked, her hands clenching onto my neck in the cutest way that had me grinning.
“You think that’s cute?” She pulled her hands away from my neck.
I caught those hands and put them back into place, then placed my hands on her hips and moved them up to just below her bra line.
With one long sweep of both thumbs I said, “I think you’re fucking adorable.”
She flicked her hair out of her eyes, and only accomplished causing it to move onto the other side of her face.
Finding that cute as well, I lifted one hand and curled the stray locks around my fingers before clenching my fist around them and pulling her forward.
She came, her mouth hovering over mine, and said, “This could get kind of sketchy.”
“How so?” I asked, my breath becoming hers.
“I have five sisters and one brother. They’re very interested in everything and anything that has to do with my personal life.” I paused. “And the internet already thinks we’re married.”
“So?” I pushed.
“So…” She shrugged, causing her breasts to jostle against my chest. “So I think that we should really sell this marriage thing.”
I blinked.
“For the next month,” she continued, her gaze now solely focused on my lips. “And when that month is over, you don’t hate me for having to go back to the freakin’ circus.”
I pulled her to me, crashing her lips against mine, and told her without words that I could never hate her.