Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
The fact that his voice had hardened, that look of steely reserve covering his face, told me he meant that. Good. I didn’t want him to take no for an answer, even if I had no plan on denying him or me anything.
“Okay. Dinner at your place,” I said softly and felt my cheeks heat as I imagined all the things we could do after that.” And the way he was looking at me right now told me Gavin had the exact same thoughts.
Chapter Five
Gavin
I couldn’t keep my eyes off Bailey. And although I tried to keep my cool, to act like I had myself in check, the fact remained actually having her here, in my home, was one of the best fucking feeling in the world. It was almost as good when I saw her earlier today in the office for the first time in four years.
Bailey was so damn gorgeous, and these past years, as she’d matured, grown into the woman who sat before me now, told me over and over again that I was so fucking lucky. She was a fucking knockout, and every possessive instinct in me reared up, wanting to claim her now, wanting to toss the food and dishes off this table and lay her on her back so I could own every single damn inch of her.
I wanted her as mine, and I could already see how this would play out, envisioned how much I wanted this, how I wouldn’t let her go a second time. And I’d no doubt be barbaric in my needs, but shit, for four damn years I’d yearned for her. I was surprised I could have any kind of self-control right now.
“You get enough to eat?” I asked, clearing my throat as my voice sounded harsh as fuck.
“I did, thank you,” she said and smiled. “Everything was delicious.”
I might not be the best chef, didn’t know how to make fancy shit, but I could cook a steak, baked potato, and steam the hell out of some broccoli. “I’m glad you liked everything.” I felt pride that she liked what I’d made for her. I wanted her full and content, sated.
My focus never deviated from Bailey. I couldn’t have stopped looking at her if my life depended on it.
As the seconds moved by, I watched as she started to become nervous. I could see by the way she shifted on the chair and glanced anywhere but at me.
“Everything looks the same,” she finally said. I then saw her cheeks turn pink as she no doubt thought about what we’d done in this cabin.
I looked over at the fireplace, where I noticed she was focused on now. “Tell me about what you’ve been doing these past four years.” I wanted, no, needed to know everything about her.
She glanced at me and gave me this shy smile. “After…” She swallowed then cleared her throat. “I went to school for pharmacology. Then was lucky enough to get a job right here in town.” A moment of silence passed before she spoke again. “What about you?” She started anxiously playing with the edge of her napkin.
“You don’t have to be nervous.” I leaned forward and reached across the table to place my hand on top of hers, loving that her skin was so soft, so warm. “I haven’t done anything new, Bailey. My life has been the same since you left.”
Then she licked her lips, and I couldn’t help but stare at them, imagining them parted and wrapped around my dick. Fuck. My cock came alive, the fucker throbbing behind my fly, demanding to be let out, to be buried in her sweet heat.
Her face turned red, and I realized it was because I’d made this low, animalistic sound. And the fact that she was shy, blushing for me, made me so damn hot, turned me the fuck on. I probably could have come right in my jeans.
“What do you do for a living?” she finally asked, and I leaned back, giving her some room to breathe. “I mean, I know you have family money, and you own properties, but I didn’t know if you do anything else.”
I lifted my hand and ran it over the back of my head. “That’s my main focus of income. I do charity work though—well, T. Properties does.” Her eyes widened as if that surprised her. “My company, myself included, refurb old buildings and turn them into housing for homeless and low-income families.”
“You help out the less fortunate?”
I nodded. “What’s the point of having the money I do if I can’t help out others who didn’t get a head up in life like I did.”
She lifted her hand and placed it over her heart, this watery glaze filling her eyes. “God, if I didn’t already love you,” she whispered, and then her eyes widened even more and she lifted her hand to cover her mouth, as if she couldn’t believe she just said that.