Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 136247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 681(@200wpm)___ 545(@250wpm)___ 454(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 681(@200wpm)___ 545(@250wpm)___ 454(@300wpm)
My stomach growls as soon as he says it.
His growlypants chuckle curls my toes. “I’m thinkin’ that’s a yes?”
“God, yeah. I haven’t had good Chinese in ages.”
“Me either. It’s a new place next to the sheriff’s office and smelled awful good when I walked out.”
“What time is it?”
“Almost noon.”
“Crap, okay, let’s eat!”
He stops and tugs me closer, though, leveling another heavy look on me.
“How’re you really doing, Peach? You promise me you’re okay?” he asks.
“Yes. It’s just, well, kind of crazy. I know you get it.”
Kissing the top of my head as we resume walking, he says, “I’m sorry about all that shit. I put you in that position. If I hadn’t opened my big mouth and chewed you out before they showed up—”
I freeze, turning toward him, folding my hands in front of me.
“Quinn, no. I’m the one who’s sorry. I shouldn’t have gone to the barn last night. I wasn’t thinking. And I shouldn’t have put up such a big fight about leaving town.” Huffing out a breath, I continue. “I just...I couldn’t sleep, so I thought I’d work out until I was tired. I’m truly sorry. I should’ve listened and taken your warnings more seriously. I know you didn’t want to send me home to hurt me. You tried to save me.”
He looks down for a moment, then his eyes snap up again, full of warmth like a sunlit forest.
“It’s over now. You’re fine, I’m fine, and so’s everybody else, critters included.” He opens the back door and holds it for me. “Ladies first. Go on in before our lunch gets cold. I wasn’t sure what you like, and I was hungry as hell, so I bought a lot of everything.”
No kidding.
Five huge white bags stuffed to the brim with little boxes and plastic containers are sitting on the center island. It’s like he cleaned out a whole round of a Chinese buffet.
“It looks like you bought one of everything,” I say with a giggle.
“Nothing like leftovers for supper, right?”
“If you mean breakfast, lunch, and dinner tomorrow, sure,” I say, tearing open the first bag. My stomach growls again at the amazing smell of the food. “Ohhh, egg rolls! Pork?”
“At least one kind with every meat known to man.” He smiles and hands me a plate.
The food tastes as good as it smells as we tear into it, sharing each other’s company just like old times when we used to order way too much ice cream. Except back then, I didn’t have Quinn’s bed to look forward to when I’m too full to move.
I’m not only as stuffed as a Thanksgiving turkey by the time we put the leftovers in the fridge, I’m yawning my jaw off.
“Time to crash,” Quinn says.
Too tired to even agree, I lean against him as we walk up the stairs. At the top of the steps, he pauses.
My room is one way, his is the other.
It’s not even a question.
I know where I’m going, but I love the sexy look of frustration he gives me.
His arm around me tightens, leading me to his room, as if to say only one place you belong, woman. Now and forever.
I pull off my clothes and dive into bed, wearing just my panties and bra.
Quinn kisses my forehead. “Be right back. Gonna take a shower and clean up.”
Nodding, I snuggle my head into his pillow, inhaling his intoxicating scent.
It’s comforting, intense, real.
Almost as reckless and utterly endearing as our love.
I’m not sure what wakes me, at first—then I know it’s the hand on my boob.
Same for the exciting nip of teeth and hot breath on the back of my neck.
The rush begins as I roll over, almost too sore to move, but not sore enough to ignore makeup sex with Quinn Faulkner.
“Still tired?” he whispers softly, the tip of his tongue flicking against my skin.
“Not too tired for...you know,” I answer.
Ha. If I’m ever too tired for him, please check my pulse.
I roll over, catching an eyeful of lust on his face.
“What about you?” I whisper.
Quinn doesn’t answer. Not with words.
He reaches behind my head, weaving his fingers through my hair, kissing the side of my face while his other hand dips beneath my bra.
When his lips finally find mine, I’m freaking dying to kiss him.
Completely. Madly. Deeply.
A hot moan rumbles in my throat the second I feel the stubble on his face grazing my silky skin.
“I can’t stop touching you,” he breathes against my mouth, his eyes brighter than I’ve ever seen. “Can’t stop thinking about you, Tory. I almost lost you. That fuck, I thought he’d—”
“Hey. Hey. I’m still here, aren’t I? I’m here and I’m yours.” I dig my fingers deep in his thick hair to keep his face next to mine. “I know the feeling. They could’ve taken everything away.”
If it’s true, then it seems to make him hell-bent on giving everything back.