Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Miller
I ride the elevator up to my apartment with a tight ache in my chest, my whole body roaring at me to get up there and be with my woman right this second. It’s like the primal part of me wants me to scale the elevator shaft, sprinting up like some mad beast in search of my beauty.
When the doors open, I almost sprint into the apartment, my heartbeat thudding heavily through me.
I’m a professional and I put my all into my work today, but I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t damn difficult to pull my mind away from Macie and focus on my work instead. Every second she flitted across my mind in bright and tempting vignettes, her perfect body arrange just so on my bed.
But I need to slow down.
Maybe she’s still pissed at me.
Mom said they spoke earlier today and she sounded positive, but that doesn’t mean her mood hasn’t shifted.
I remember with aching vividness how angry she got yesterday, how suspicious, and the idea of spanking her for it has entered my mind more than once today.
I walk into the open-plan living room, my belly dropping when I see that it’s empty. But I do notice the tell-tell smell of cleaning products that lets me know Mom has been around, and she probably only left recently.
That woman…
No matter how old I get, no matter how many times I tell her I can clean my own place, she can’t resist going around and giving everything a quick once-over.
Maybe that would bother some men, but I know how much it means to her, and after Dad passed there’s no damn way I’m going to take that away from her.
I chuckle to myself.
Look at me, justifying letting my Mom clean for me.
What a fucking hero I am.
“Care to share the joke?” my woman murmurs.
I turn, my heart pounding against my chest, my head hazy with thoughts of her, with dreams of her. But I don’t need to dream when she’s standing right there.
She’s wearing a summer dress that falls tantalizingly against her body, like vapor, outlining her perfectly so her breasts bulge and her hips tempt me to grab them. Her hair is tied up in a cute-as-fuck bun, begging me to grab it and release it and let it cascade down her body.
“Macie,” I growl, striding across the room to her. “I missed you.”
She smiles, and it isn’t as shaky, as uncertain as last time. Confidence flares into her eyes and her smile widens gorgeously, the sort of smile I’d be a madman not to fall in love with.
Fuck.
Did I really just think that?
Fall in love?
Even if it’s the truth – even if I feel it bone-deep, right at my core – I can’t let her know, not yet.
If she freaked before, this would cause my spunky angel to go nuclear.
“I missed you too,” she murmurs.
I grab her by the shoulders and pull her close to me, leaning down so I can taste her lips like I’ve been dreaming all damn day. I kiss her hard, opening my mouth so our tongues can fuse together, growling through the closeness as she whimpers and shivers against me.
“Wait,” she moans, leaning back in my arms.
I stare down at her, a smirk touching my lips. “Okay, I’m waiting.”
“I wanted to say sorry,” she says. “For how I reacted before. I shouldn’t have gone crazy like that. It’s just… What the heck am I supposed to think?”
“That you’re perfect. That any man would be lucky to call you his. But that I’m the only one who’s ever going to get that honor. That, Miss Future Mother of my Children, is what you’re supposed to think.”
“Well, that’s completely cuckoo.”
“Cuckoo?” I chuckle. “Did you really just say cuckoo?”
She giggles, slapping my chest playfully. “Mock me all you want. It doesn’t change the fact it’s cuckoo, does it?”
“I’m more concerned with the fact the future mother of my children uses words like cuckoo,” I tease, caught up in the banter between us, stunned at how easy it is to sink into the back-and-forth with her.
She should be a stranger, but she’s anything but.
She lets out a short moan, the sound going directly to my core, stirring things that were dormant before my woman came along.
“What is it?” I ask, smoothing my hands down her back and grabbing onto her hips.
“The future mother of your children… it really does sound crazy.”
I pull her close to me, mashing our bodies together so she can feel the hot urgency running through me. I feel her virgin body return the heat, a shimmer moving through her, her lips trembling with her need to give herself to me.
“But you believe me now,” I say, reading her expression.
“Yes,” she says, giggling. “How can you tell?”
I lean down, keeping my face close to hers, staring directly into her eyes.