Total pages in book: 9
Estimated words: 7554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 38(@200wpm)___ 30(@250wpm)___ 25(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 7554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 38(@200wpm)___ 30(@250wpm)___ 25(@300wpm)
"Happy birthday, Kitten," I murmur in her ear.
"Thank you, Ian," she breathes. The silky way she says my name puts my dick on high alert.
"Did you miss me?" I ask pulling her birthday gift out of the bag and then I set it down. Now that she is eighteen, I can’t believe I get to hold her, just the way I have wanted to for far longer than I should have.
"So much!" she says, blushing before looking away. The look of surprise on her face tells me that she can’t believe she said that out loud. She composes herself and turns back to me. “Tell me everything about Portugal. Is that for me?"
"Of course," I answer. I watch as she carefully opens the gift and sets the wrapping paper aside. When she opens the box, she gasps.
"Oh, shit. Ian. I didn't know you were even listening to that conversation," she says picking up the expensive brown handbag she and Kristina saw in a magazine. I coordinated with Kristina to make sure she wasn't getting it for her. She laughed like a maniac and said that she wasn't when I pressed further.
Before coming home, I made a side trip to Paris and stood in line at the flagship store of the designer on the Champs-Élysées. It was three hours of my life that I'll never get back, but the look on her face was worth it. She carefully sets the purse down and then hugs me.
"I listen to everything you say, Kitten," I growl in her ear causing her to shiver.
"I shouldn't accept it, it's so extravagant, but you went out of your way to get it."
"How do you know that? I could have ordered it offline," I say chuckling.
"No, you didn’t. You went to Paris. The Eiffel Tower stamp is only available there."
"Alright, you got me," I say. Man, she really knows her purses.
"Thank you" Ian," she says squeezing me tighter. Suddenly, the air shifts between us and my lips are on hers, kissing her like a savage. She moans and I deepen the kiss. She pulls away, panting. We stare at each other until the alarm system beeps. I notice Nicolas and Kristina are standing at the entrance of the room. Shit! How long were they standing there?
I can tell Nicolas is struggling to keep it together, but Kristina has no such issue.
“Hey lovebirds? Maybe you wanna knock that shit off before Selma and Wendell get inside? Ian, I think you have pink lipstick on your face and your shirt. You might want to clean that up,” she says laughing as she walks into the kitchen. “D!” she shouts.
“What?” Deanna says as she blinks several times.
“Come help me,” Kristina says and Deanna takes off in the direction of the kitchen.
“What the hell was that?” Nicolas asks me before hugging me.
“Claiming what’s mine,” I say, taking my bag of gifts to the tree and unloading them.
Merry Christmas to me.
Chapter 2
Deanna
I follow my sister into the kitchen in a daze. I can’t believe he kissed me. He really fucking kissed me. Before today, he has never once touched me besides a brief hug that was more of a stiff pat on the back. He has always been polite to me but also almost standoffish. I thought for sure when I had a breakdown at Kris and Nick’s wedding he thought I was a crazy person and that’s why he avoided me like the plague. The one and only time we were alone was when Kay was in the hospital. That's when I fell in love with him and my obsession with him began. The way he held her and talked to her was swoon-worthy in it of itself. I started stalking him on Facebook and nonchalantly asking Nick how his brother was doing or where he was at. At first, I think I pulled it off that I was just curious but the more I asked the more my sister started to catch on to how I was really feeling but how could I not fall for Ian.
The man is like a fucking saint. A sexy as sin saint.
My fingers go to my lips. My heart feels like it is going a million miles an hour. My lips still tingle from when his met mine. I have dreamed about what his lips would feel like on mine for so long. What it would be like if the man I have spent two years swooning over were to kiss me. I built it up so much in my head that I was afraid that it wouldn't live up to my fantasy because there was no way a man could kiss like that, but fuck was I wrong. The minute his lips touched mine, it felt like a thousand little butterflies fluttering around in my stomach. My toes curled and everything else seemed to fade away. The only thing left was just me and him. It most definitely blew my fantasy out of the water.