Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Kaitlyn repositions herself to lie horizontally. Then she rests her head on my thigh, settling deeper into the couch as she uses me like a pillow. Even the most platonic touch has me growing hard. I look down at her, and she smiles up at me. When the episode ends, I’m tempted to bend her over the side of the sofa and fuck her raw. The look on her face tells me she wants it too, but I push away the desire.
I’m a man of my word, regardless if she’s testing every fucking ounce of willpower I have left. But all the signals she’s throwing at me—the mindless flirting, the innuendos, the way she eye-fucks me every single time I walk into a room—have me wondering if she wants more too. Is she afraid to make the first move and destroy the foundation she built our agreement on? We could be good together. Actually, we’d be fucking great as a couple.
But the moment I’d bring it up, there’d be no going back, and if she doesn't feel the same, I’ve risked it all for nothing. Once my feelings are out there and known, we won’t be able to go back to just friends making a baby.
I wish I could say the risk would be worth it, but nothing is worth losing her in my life. Not after everything we’ve been through.
The episode ends, but several more are available, and they’re all an hour long. “Want to watch the next one?”
I chuckle, running my fingers through her freshly washed hair. “You know if you keep pressing play, we’re going to binge this season tonight. And I still need to shower.”
She inhales my musk and grins. “I actually like the way you smell.”
“I dunno if I should say thank you or tell you you’re disgustin’.”
A chuckle escapes her. “Both? I dunno, you smell like horses, hay, and leather, mixed with a hint of your body wash and sweat. It’s…sexy.”
I lift a brow at her. “Are you flirtin’ with me?”
She laughs. “Flirting?”
Before I can respond, Kaitlyn sits up and straddles my lap. I grip her hips as she peers into my eyes. Then she rocks over my cock, and it’s undeniable how fucking hard I am.
“No. This is flirting.” She buries her head in my neck, planting kisses along my jawline.
“No, this is seduction,” I say between gritted teeth, digging my thumbs into her skin to stop her from grinding against me. If I let her keep going, I'm sure she’d be putty in my hands and crumble just from the friction alone. “Don’t test my willpower, Kate.”
She stays planted on top of me and rests her arms on my shoulders but doesn’t let her gaze falter. “I have a question for you.”
I blink a few times, hesitant to answer whatever is on her mind. “Okay.”
When her chest rises and falls, I notice she’s not wearing a bra. Her nipples are at full attention, and her breathing is clipped. The pulse in her neck quickens. “Why haven’t you given relationships another chance?”
I tilt my head, contemplating how to answer and choosing my words wisely. “Sometimes it’s better to protect your heart until you find someone worth potentially breaking it.”
“But you haven’t given anyone a chance. Just a few hookups here and there even though some wanted more,” she pushes, and I wonder what she’s searching for. The truth? That she’s the reason I haven’t wanted more with anyone else? I’m not sure she could handle that truth, and I’m not sure I’m ready to fully admit it.
“I haven’t, but I set my own rules in place to avoid making the same mistake of mixing business and pleasure. When everything happened with Edna and James, I had no escape, just constant reminders of what I’d lost. Eldorado is so small that I’m sure everyone would be up in my personal life, just like they were when I lived at home. I’m a private guy and like to keep it that way.”
“That’s understandable,” she says, rocking her hips one time, but I quickly stop her.
“Why do you continue to push away men who are interested when you want a family?” I counter. She looks away before focusing on me again.
It takes her a minute before she responds. “My expectations are too high, and I’m afraid of rejection, especially after some have commented on my body. As much as I want a husband and family, I’ve been burned so much that dating just hasn’t been worth it anymore. I figured out after enough times that not getting attached means I can protect myself from that kind of heartbreak.”
I study her. “I guess we’re not too different after all.”
She laughs. “Totally cut from the same cloth. Probably why we’re so good together.”
Her words linger in the air, but they’re not lost on me. I don’t question what she means by that, even if my mind is already wandering.