Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“I don’t think I’ve had actual fun in years… until we went on the road trip. Some nights, my cheeks hurt from smiling. And I fell asleep wondering what fun new adventures we might have the next day.”
“I mean, I didn’t even care about the fancy hotel rooms or spas. I was excited about roadside hot dogs and ice cream with funky flavors and seeing weird animals I’d never seen before. And watching romance movies and doing crafts. And just… living. You make me feel alive.”
“That’s one hell of a compliment.”
“It’s true. I’ve been going through the motions for so long that it felt normal and comforting in a way. But it wasn’t living.”
“I can see that, baby. But you can’t compare everyday life to vacation. It will never be fair to the former.” And I didn’t want her to get my hopes up only to find myself dumped after she got frustrated with the lack of direction.
“But crafts and movie nights and fun food… that doesn’t have to be vacation. That can be life.”
“That’s true.”
“I’ve just been wondering lately if maybe… maybe it’s time to stop focusing on things that I can tick off on a list and, instead, chase the things that make me happy.”
“And is that me? Do I make you happy?”
“You make me… confused. And off-kilter. But, yes, you make me really happy.”
“And not just because of the orgasms?”
“The orgasms are nice, but, no, not just the orgasms.”
“So, what I’m hearing is… I am the man of your dreams, and you want to spend the rest of your life eating fun foods, watching romance movies, doing craft nights, and making cute babies with me.”
“I mean, you have to squeeze in building a developer empire…”
“That’s all on you, baby doll. I’m just here to bring your coffee and rub your feet and suck your clit until you can’t see straight anymore while you do that.”
“I think I can work with that.”
“I’ll even dress up for you on occasion.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“With one caveat.”
“Uh oh.”
“Each time I put on the fancy clothes for you, you take them off for me.”
Her head angled up, her eyes so soft it made my chest hurt. “That works for me.”
My hand slid up her spine, over her shoulder, then up the side of her neck to frame her jaw.
“I know you’re not here yet, but I do love you, Lula.”
“You’re wrong.”
“About loving you? I’ve had years to perfect it, baby.”
“No, you’re wrong about me not being there yet. I am. And I do.”
“Let me hear you say it. I’m not gonna be able to believe it until I hear it.”
“I love you too.”
Lula - 1 day
I woke up earlier than Raff, finding myself still curled up on his chest, his steady heartbeat under my ear, his arm still around my hips, and his scent all around me.
I still couldn’t quite wrap my head around everything that had happened in such a short period of time. Or the fact that the craziest part wasn’t getting my money back, office sex, a break-in, an attack, a murder, or a body disposal, but a confession to Raff about my feelings.
I guess it made sense that the last one was the one I was shocked by most. Not because it was a surprise to me that I felt that way—I’d been dealing with those for a week or so already—but because I’d been able to express them to him.
But like with most things with Raff, he made it easy. He knew when to shut up and let me talk, when to make a silly remark to cut the tension, and when to say something so sweet it made my heart ache.
No, he wasn’t what I thought I wanted from a partner. He was so much more.
That said, he was clearly someone who slept in. And I’d been lying awake on him for almost an hour already.
Carefully, I inched up off of him, then turned onto my back and started to roll away.
Only started, though.
Because Raff’s body turned with mine, his arm going around my belly, his hand resting dangerously close to my breast, making desire kindle.
“Where you going?” he murmured, voice sleep-thick.
“I—” I started. But then he shifted closer and his hardness pressed against my butt and, well, I forgot not only what I was doing but what my own name was.
Seeming to sense the problem, Raff adjusted his hips, rocking them under my bent legs so the length of him slid against my cleft.
“You what?” he asked, burying his face in my neck.
“I was trying not to wake you up.”
“Sweet girl, I always want to be woken up if your pussy is going to be this wet for me,” he murmured as he rocked his hips, making a moan escape me.
His hand shifted up, closing over my breast, making my hips rock back against him.