Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
I was figuring out how to stay.
Chapter 13
Sela
“You don’t have to feed me cake,” I said to Brock as I opened my mouth to accept another piece of cake, because I had a sexy, naked man spending my birthday with me and feeding me cake by hand.
“I don’t have to,” he said as he swiped chocolate across my bottom lip. “But I really want to, so I am.”
Oh, good god, but he was good! My tongue slipped out and slowly slicked across my bottom lip until the chocolate exploded on my taste buds. “Well, if it makes you happy, who am I to stop you?”
Brock’s smile spread slowly as he licked frosting off his thumb. “I like the way you think, Sela.”
My response was to just open my mouth in a silent plea for more cake. I moaned so loud that it echoed against the walls, and I didn’t cringe. I didn’t feel ashamed or embarrassed. “So good.” My eyes opened when he groaned, catching a heated look in his eyes. “Again?” We’d spent most of the day having sex, exploring the limits of pleasure, and talking. Yes, talking.
I learned that despite growing up rich with an in-house cook, his favorite food was pizza with the works. I told him that I wanted to write a novel, and he didn’t laugh. It was the craziest, hottest, and most intense afternoon of my life. Was this what real adult relationships were like? After nearly one week, I felt as if I knew Brock more than any of my previous boyfriends. It was exhilarating, honestly, and I knew that I was falling.
“What’s going through that pretty little head of yours?” There was a smile in Brock’s voice, and when I looked at him, that smile sent shivers down my spine.
I opened my mouth to respond, but my phone rang before I had to think of something to say other than I’m falling for you. “I better get that.” Reluctantly, I pushed off the sofa where we lazed together with cake and croissants spread out on the coffee table next to a nearly empty bottle of wine. I smiled when I saw the faces on the display. “Hey, Mom!”
“Happy Birthday, Sela!” Mom’s sing-song voice sounded over the miles and wrapped me in a hug. “I hope you’re having a good birthday?”
I nodded even though she couldn’t see me. “So far, it’s shaping up to be pretty good. How’s Alaska treating you guys?” I listened to her tell me about the fish Dad had caught and the snow hike they’d done hand in hand while opening another bottle of red. “That sounds wonderful. I’m happy to hear that.”
“That’s enough about us. What do you have planned?”
Brock appeared in the kitchen doorway in all of his naked glory, with his hands on his hips and a smile on his face. His cock started to grow, stretching out toward me. “Oh, you know me, Mom.” I licked my lips and reached out to him. “Probably eat too much cake and watch Nineties rom-coms.” How is this my life right now?
“Eat a slice for your dad and have a huge glass of wine for me. Love you, honey. Happy birthday!”
“Thanks, Mom. Love you guys too. Be safe out there!” The call ended, and I was still smiling, eyes closed and happy for once on my birthday. Just happy. I hummed when Brock’s lips met mine, sinking into his heat. “What was that for?”
“That smile was happy, too delicious to pass up.” He kissed me again, slower and deeper, his hard body pressed against mine, his big hand cupping my face like I was precious to him. “Fucking delicious.”
My heart pitter-pattered against my chest, not just at his words but the hungry, affectionate tone in which he growled them. “You are far too tempting, you know that, don’t you?”
“I’m trying to tempt you.” He nipped my earlobe, my shoulder, the flesh at the top of my breast. “Speaking of, I know it’s your birthday, but if you want to inject some Thanksgiving into today, we can go to Lee’s for dinner.”
And burst the bubble. “I’ll think about it. Man and woman cannot live on dessert alone.”
“No,” he sighed heavily and licked a trail of heat from my collarbone up to my ear. “But they can sure as shit try.”
And then his mouth was everywhere all at once, and I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think of anything but this man and the way he felt, the way he tasted, the way he smelled. Good god, he smelled so good.
His lips were soft and gentle, his passion was white-hot and sincere. Everywhere his lips touched chipped away at my defenses, and somewhere in the distance, I heard the clang of the warning bells, but I didn’t listen. I didn’t have to, because you couldn’t actually fall for someone in a week.