Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95393 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95393 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
“Thanks for coming,” she says, slipping her hand in mine.
“Of course,” I reply as she walks with me trailing her, holding her hand down the small hallway toward the kitchen and family room.
“Look at the kitchen.” She runs her hand over the white granite island with three stools. “Isn’t it perfect?” She smiles so big, and I look around at the staged living room.
“You have to see upstairs.” She pulls me back toward the front door, walking up the stairs to the second floor. “There are four bedrooms.” I look at the doors once we get upstairs.
“What is all this?” I ask as she walks into the master bedroom. I see the king-sized bed in the middle of the room against the wall, a bench in front of the bed with pillows on it. She slips her hand out of mine, taking a step deeper into the room, going to the window that faces the side of the house. “Where are we?”
She puts her hands to her mouth and then squeals, “This is my new house.” Whatever I thought she was going to say, it’s definitely not what she actually said.
“What?” I gasp, my mouth open as I look around.
“I put an offer in on the house two days ago.” She jumps up, just like Rain did in the gym. “And they accepted it right away. It’s mine after they come and take all their staged shit away.”
“You bought a house?” I look around the room.
“I did,” she confirms and guilt washes over me.
“But what about—”
“It’s too big,” she explains, “but this.” She turns in the room. “This is so us. I can picture making breakfast with the girls in the kitchen. I can picture putting Christmas greens around the stairs and seeing the lights twinkling outside.”
“But what about the other house?” I ask, and she rolls her lips.
“We put it on the market last week, and I’ve gotten two offers, and now it’s a bidding war. Which is shocking since I had to disclose that someone died in the house.” She snort-laughs at the last part, shocking me even more.
“Koda,” I say her name. “What about the girls?”
“The girls are okay with it. We sat down yesterday, and I told them that the house was a bit too big for just the three of us. Christopher, we barely use half the house.”
I take steps to her. “You really are serious about moving?”
“I really am serious about moving. It’ll suck to pack all the things up, but I think that—” I put my arms around her waist. “I know it’s the right move for us.” She puts her hands on my chest. “I didn’t think I would find it so fast, but the minute your aunt sent me the link and I clicked on the photos, I knew it was mine.” She beams with happiness. “It’s mine.”
“It’s the perfect house,” I say, bending my head and kissing her lips, thinking it’s going to be just a soft kiss. But she slides her hands up my chest, around my neck, and into the back of my hair as her tongue enters my mouth. The kiss goes from zero to a hundred in a matter of seconds. Her hands move from my head to my back, roaming down to my ass. “Dakota.”
I release her hips just to say her name, but her hands are at my waist. My hands have a mind of their own, and they are cupping her ass and bringing her toward me, my cock hard on her stomach. I swallow her moan, but her hands are pulling up my T-shirt as she moves her fingers into the waistband of my sweatpants. “Christopher,” she says my name, and it shoots straight down to my balls. Her fingertips make my whole body shiver. “That night.” She gets on her tippy-toes, kissing the underside of my jaw. “When you touched me.” I swallow, but it’s getting harder and harder to breathe or focus for that matter. “I regretted one thing,” she admits, nipping the bottom of my jaw. “Do you want to know what?”
“Baby,” I hiss, “I can’t even breathe right now with your hands on me.”
“Do you know what that does to me?” Her fingertips go deeper into the elastic of my pants. “How sexy it makes me feel?” I close my eyes when she kisses my neck and then licks it. “For the past month, all I’ve thought about was what I would have done to you.” I feel her fingers at the elastic of my boxers. My stomach contracts from her touch. “How I would have taken you in my mouth.” She nips under my chin, and I swear to God I’m shaking, and when her fingers finally touch my cock, I think I’m going to come from one touch. “Hmm,” she says, rubbing the precum around the head of my cock. “I want to taste you.”