Series: Kristen Proby Crossover Collection
Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69686 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69686 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
“Absolutely.” He stands and pulls me out of the chair, then lifts me in his arms and walks inside toward his bedroom. “Now, let’s go back to the baby-making conversation. Just because you don’t want one today doesn’t mean we can’t practice today. Just in case.”
I laugh and lean in to kiss his cheek, rough from a five o’clock shadow. “That’s true. You have some good ideas, you know.”
He smiles proudly. “I really do. Here, let me show you my first idea.”
* * * *
The sky through Noah’s window is just starting to lighten up. It’s way early, much earlier than I usually wake up. I would think that with the excitement of the family party yesterday, and all of Noah’s fun, sexy ideas last night, I’d still be exhausted and out cold.
But I’m not.
I’m awake, and ready to start the day.
Noah, however, is still sleeping like a baby. His skin is warm and smooth, and I don’t hesitate to drag my fingertip down his collarbone, back up his neck, around his cheek, and down his nose.
My God, he’s handsome. With strong, masculine features, he could have modeled back in Roman times for their statues. I don’t know what’s in the water, but they sure make some pretty babies in Cunningham Falls.
I can’t believe I talked about having a family last night. I don’t know what it is about this man, but my mouth just runs when I’m with him. I’m a person who could win an Olympic medal for keeping her mouth shut. I’ve been called a mystery. Cold, even.
But not with Noah.
No, apparently, I practically announce that I’m ready to start making babies with him. Which is just embarrassing.
But he laughed it off and showed me things I had no idea my body was capable of, God bless him.
His eyes flicker open, and he turns to me and smiles softly.
“Good morning.”
“Hi,” I reply. “Can we go see my eagle now?”
His eyelashes flutter. “What time is it?”
“Five-thirty.”
He frowns. “Why are you awake?”
“I don’t know, I guess I just have a lot of energy.”
He takes a deep breath and stretches his arms over his head, giving me a great show of flexing muscles.
The man has muscles for days.
He stands, his back to me and naked as you please, then pads into the bathroom. When he emerges, he reaches for his clothes.
“If you’re going to stay in bed without any clothes on, I’ll join you, and we won’t go see the eagle.”
I grin, not moving. “I’m watching you.”
“A voyeur, are you?”
I bite my lip and nod. “I like the way you look, Mr. King.”
He narrows his eyes and watches as I sit up and let the sheet fall to my waist, exposing my breasts.
“Fallon,” he says quietly. “If you don’t get your fine ass out of my bed right now, I’ll pin you to it and fuck you into the mattress.”
I spring from the bed and kiss him as I hurry past him on my way to the guest room.
“I’d like to request a rain check for the mattress thing,” I call over my shoulder. I hurry into clean yoga pants and a tank, pull my hair up into a ponytail, then rush to the kitchen where I find Noah making himself a to-go mug full of coffee.
The kettle is boiling as well, and he’s set out another tumbler for me.
“You’re sweet,” I murmur, hugging him from behind. I barely reach the bottom of his shoulder blades, he’s so damn tall.
“Make your tea,” he says, turning to plant his lips on the top of my head. “And let’s go see your eagle.”
“Okay.” I grin as I get my tea ready, and then we’re off, riding in his truck over to the sanctuary. We could walk, but he’ll need his truck today, and I can walk back to the house for my Jeep when we’re done. “Someone’s here already?”
“That’s probably Roni,” he says with a smile. “She’s an early bird, no pun intended.”
“Has there ever been anything going on with you and Roni?” I ask, trying to sound casual.
“No,” he says simply and climbs out of the truck. He opens the door for me, but before I can jump to the ground, he cages me in and leans toward me, lowering his lips to mine. The kiss is hot and deep, the kind you feel for the rest of the day. “You’re my only focus, Fal. Jesus, I can’t see anything but you.”
“It was just a question,” I reply breathlessly.
“And now I’ve answered it.” His gaze, brown eyes hot with lust and something I can’t quite label, falls to my lips. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“Back at you,” I whisper. A car door slamming breaks the magic of the moment. “Someone’s here.”
“Yeah,” he whispers, sounding almost disappointed by the interruption. “We’ll finish this later.”