Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“Baby”—I kiss the top of her head—“I swear once you meet my family, yours will look tame.”
“No one could possibly be worse than my mom,” she mutters, and I try to fight it, but I can’t. “Are you laughing?” she asks in disbelief as my chest shakes with silent laughter.
“A little,” I admit through a chuckle.
“My mom is so embarrassing,” she groans, and I smile, kissing the top of her head once more.
“Does she always suggest you get knocked up by the guys you’re dating?”
“No, you are the first,” she sighs, burying her face against my chest, and I grin.
“I’m gonna take it as a compliment,” I say, giving her a squeeze.
“It was a compliment.” She pauses, then lets out a breath. “A weird one, but a compliment all the same.” I laugh, feeling her body relax completely against mine as her cheek moves, letting me know she’s smiling.
“Sleep, gorgeous,” I whisper, tilting her chin up so I can touch my mouth to hers softly.
“Okay,” she agrees, resting her cheek against my chest and pulling the blanket up around us. “Night, Levi,” she says quietly, turning her head to kiss my chest. “I’m glad you’re here.”
“Jesus.” I hold her tighter, closing my eyes and wondering how the fuck this happened. It’s been forever since I’ve been even remotely interested in being in a relationship. I haven’t wanted to feel obligated to someone, but every second I spend with Fawn makes me want those things with a ferocity I would have thought impossible. I want her to need me, and that fact alone should scare the shit out of me, but it only makes me feel more determined.
“Night, baby,” I whisper, listening to her breathing even out as she falls off to sleep against me.
“No, Muffin.” Hearing that and feeling Fawn’s ass shift against my hard-on and thighs, I open one eye, then the other, finding the room lit with the morning sun coming in through the closed blinds covering the window. “Muffin, I said no,” Fawn growls, sounding frustrated, and I watch her up on an elbow with her hand on Muffin’s chest, trying to push her off the bed where she’s standing with both paws on the mattress.
“Ruff.” Muffin barks loudly, attempting to push forward against her palm.
“There’s no room you,” Fawn cries as Muffin reaches her goal of getting all four paws on the bed and lies down. “I swear, you are the most stubborn dog in the whole world,” she huffs, falling to her back, and I pull her against me, kissing her shoulder and feeling her shiver.
“Does she normally sleep in the bed with you?” I ask, and her eyes come to me over her shoulder. Her tongue comes out to touch her bottom lip, making my cock—which has been hard since last night—throb painfully.
“Not always. Some nights she’ll sleep on the couch.” Nodding, I run my fingers down her creamy-smooth cheek, watching her eyes as they fill with something soft.
“Tonight we’ll sleep in my bed. She can have the couch, and I’ll shut the bedroom door.”
“Your bed?”
“Yeah.”
“Tonight?”
“Tonight,” I confirm, then lean back as she rolls over to face me.
“That would be three nights in row we’ve slept in the same bed,” she says, holding up three fingers between us.
“I wasn’t keeping count, but you’re right,” I agree, then drop my eyes to her mouth when her bottom lip disappears between her teeth. Something she does when she’s overthinking, something she does normally right before she blurts something out that either makes me laugh, pisses me off, or leaves me frustrated.
“I’ve . . . I . . .” She closes her eyes, then shakes her head. “I’ve never spent the night with anyone I’m not in a relationship with.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.” She looks up at me. “So I don’t think we should be spending the night together until we are in a relationship.” Staring at her for a long moment in disbelief, I tilt my head back toward the ceiling and beg for patience.
“What exactly do you think is happening between us?” I ask after a moment, dropping my eyes back down to her.
“We’re seeing how things go?” she says quietly with a shrug, and I nod, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.
“We’re seeing how things go, but while we’re doing that, you’re mine and I’m yours. We are in a relationship, Fawn—you’re my woman.” I watch her lips part and form a soft O. “Jesus, you have the ability to make me insane.”
“What?”
“Baby, you wanna know how many women I’ve spent the night with?”
“Not really.” Her face scrunches up, and her brows pull together tightly. If I wasn’t so annoyed, I’d find her expression adorable.
“The answer would be none. I’ve never spent the night with a woman I’m not in a relationship with—not even after being intimate with her.”