Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Morgan pulls away from me slightly so that she can look at my features.
“But you hate the city. You hate New York, period. You don’t know that you can be happy here.”
I nod my head slowly. “I know. That’s what I led you to believe, but things change. I’m willing to make a go of it because Morgan, wherever you are is where I’ll be happy. Besides, I can always visit Mirago. The island will always be there. But my heart? You’re here, and so is my heart.”
She sniffles. “You don’t have to give up everything for me, Brax. I can’t let you do that.”
I smile and cup her cheek in my hand. “Baby, if you take me back and let me be here, in your life, I’ll finally have everything I’ve ever wanted.”
Morgan sniffles again, but I can see a tentative smile on her lips. “Are you usure?” she asks with a searching look. “You’re giving up the island life to live in a gritty urban environment. You’re working for city government, which can be a beast in and of itself. There are seasons here, and winter can be brutal.”
I stare back into her big brown eyes.
“I’m sure,” I say in a low voice before leaning forwards to kiss her lips. “And yeah, I might hate it. But what I’m saying, Morgan, is that I want to try. The island was nothing without you there. Sure, there was the sun, the sand, the beach, and the ocean, but I didn’t care. For the first time in my life, it was meaningless because you weren’t there. That’s when I knew that I had to come. I had to find you, sweetheart, and at least try.”
Morgan’s eyes fill with tears again, her gaze breaking my heart.
“Thank you, Brax,” she whispers. “For giving up your home for me.”
I kiss her again.
“Don’t thank me,” I whisper against her lips. “You’re everything that I want, Morgan. You are my home.”
Then, I tilt her mouth to mine in a deep kiss, our mouths saying everything that words cannot. It’s a kiss of promise, and hope. Of adventures to come, and life to live.
Together at last, wherever life takes us. All I know is that I need this woman by my side, and her curvy form in my life. I can’t live without her – and I wouldn’t even try.
EPILOGUE
Morgan
“No, no!” I squeal, dashing around my boyfriend to grab the mischievous cat we adopted a few weeks ago before she can jump onto the table. “The bacon is for us!”
Brax chuckles as he flips eggs on the stove. “I’m telling you, babe, that cat is wicked. What cat even eats bacon? We should probably sage the house.”
I roll my eyes and giggle. “You say that every time Misty jumps on something,” I point out as I scoop the wild cat into my arms. “She’s just spirited.”
My sexy boyfriend cocks an eyebrow but doesn’t respond. Meanwhile, I drop the sneaky animal into our bedroom and close the door so she can’t cause any more trouble. I take a minute to watch Brax without him noticing, enjoying how at ease he is while making our breakfast.
My sexy man is shirtless and wearing low-slung pajama bottoms. Brax is pretty much always shirtless in the house, and I don’t mind one bit. His chest is bare and bronzed, his pecs like heavy slabs of marble. His abs ripple even as he brandishes a spatula, and I can’t get enough. I want to say I’ve grown accustomed to his incredible body, but that would be a lie because I honestly can’t get enough of his physique. Subconsciously, I bite my bottom lip.
Brax senses me looking at him and turns around, his eyebrow raised.
“What’s that look?” he asks, smirking.
I purse my lips at him and saunter toward the kitchen. “Oh, you know, just thinking about how hot you are. How much I like looking at your body. How much I like running my fingers over those abs.”
Brax pushes the pan of eggs off the hot burner. “Hmmm, is that so?” he growls, a low rumble in his throat. His expression shifts—half-man, half-beast, suddenly on the hunt.
“No!” I squeak and dash out of the way just as he reaches for me.
“I’m much faster than you,” Brax snarls, chasing me around our apartment. “You’ve let out the monster and I must have what I want.”
I giggle as I dart around the coffee table. “Truce, truce!”
“There are no truces. I must have you!” Brax lunges at me before I can move. He pulls me up into his arms, my feet dangling in the air. His eyes flash dangerously. “Come on, reward me for capturing you.”
I plant a chaste kiss on his lips. “That’s your reward. Now, unhand me, you wild animal.”
“Not good enough.” Brax, still holding me tightly, dips me to one side and kisses me deeply, his body pressing into mine as if I’m a rock and he’s the sea. The kiss is fire, every inch of me igniting with need.