Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
"Maybe I'll find out for myself," I breathe, my lips hovering over hers.
"Not if you want dinner, you won't."
"I'll make you a deal."
"Show me what's under that pretty skirt, and I'll cook for you tonight."
She looks up at me from underneath her lashes, her eyes already dark with desire. The scent of her shampoo fills my senses, making me dizzy with desire. She leans closer, her warm breath tickling my ear. "Deal."
My hands slide down to tug at the hem of her shirt, slowly pulling it over her head and revealing the black lace bra that matches the panties I stole from Koda. Clearly, she isn't wearing them since they're in my pocket. Fuck me.
The thought of stealing another piece of clothing from her only adds fuel to the fire burning inside of me. My fingers brush against her skin as I slowly peel her bra off. Touching her is like touching silk, only ten thousand times better.
The pulse in her throat flutters, her eyes locked on my face as I carefully fold her bra up and shove it into my pocket with her panties.
"Caleb."
"That's mine now too, Sunshine," I growl before pressing my lips against hers hungrily. My tongue dances along the seam of her mouth while one hand trails down toward her waistband. She gasps into my mouth when I brush against her bare skin before slowly pulling down her skirt.
I growl again when I expose what's hidden beneath: nothing but smooth skin. Fucking hell. It'd be so goddamn easy to bend her over and eat both of her holes until she begged for mercy.
My grip on her hip tightens momentarily as I fight the urge to do exactly that, knowing if I get my mouth on her now, the only thing I'm feeding her for dinner is my cock.
I step back, groaning. "You should definitely fucking go commando for the rest of your life. You've got the prettiest little pussy."
"Caleb," she whispers, blushing.
"I'm serious." I tip her head back, brushing my lips across hers. "I could look at that perfect little thing all fucking day. Matter of fact…" I scoop her into my arms, carrying her through the living room into the kitchen.
Without an inch of water across the floor, her kitchen is a clean and modern space with stainless steel appliances and granite countertops. The fridge hums quietly in the corner, its sleek surface reflecting the soft glow of the overhead lights. A wooden table stands in the center, surrounded by matching chairs with plush cushions.
I deposit her in a chair at the table, turning it so the chair is positioned just right. With her right there, I can see every gorgeous inch of her body. It's the perfect view while I cook.
"Now, this is what every kitchen needs," I mutter, grinning at her.
She rolls her eyes, her cheeks stained pink. "Has anyone ever told you that you're impossible?"
I wink, striding toward the sink to wash my hands. "Might of heard it a few times. Wasn't really listening, though."
"Of course you weren't." She laughs quietly.
As I twist the silver knob of the tap, a gurgling noise fills the room. I crinkle my nose at the sound and then watch in dismay as brown sludge spews out of the faucet and splatters into the sink. The thick, murky liquid swirls and spreads, leaving a foul smell in its wake. I quickly turn off the tap, cursing up a blue streak.
"What's wrong?" Her nose scrunches up. "What is that smell?"
"Remember how I said we'd deal with repairing the damage from the leak and then worry about replacing the pipes in here?"
"Yes," she says, drawing out the word.
"Well, Sunshine, replacing the pipes in here just moved up on the list. That smell is from a buildup of iron bacteria from rust in the pipes."
"Oh no."
"Why don't you go put on some clothes? I'll take you out for dinner tonight. Tomorrow, I'll work on getting the pipes in here taken care of. You aren't using this fucking water until you've got new pipes."
If I ever run across Adam Sheffield, I'm sticking my boot up his ass. I could be cooking with my girl naked right now. Instead, I have to let her cover that gorgeous body. That's a goddamn travesty, and it's squarely on his shoulders for being shit at his job. Had he inspected the property like he should have, he would have known damn well that the pipes were ancient and needed replacing.
I'm mad as hell that he let her buy this place with them in the condition they're in. Fuck him. For real.
"You don't have to take me out, Caleb," she says, clearly not sold on the idea of leaving the house either. "We can just warm something up."
I eye her, taking in the hint of anxiety in her eyes. Either she doesn't want to be seen with me…or she doesn't want to be seen, period. Judging by the way she clams up and tries like hell to avoid talking about herself or her life, I'm guessing it's the latter. She's afraid she's going to be recognized.