Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 55458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
My shoulders shook with laughter, and a hint of relief—he wasn’t scared of fatherhood, but a precious baby girl. “Afraid she might run into sexy rockstars with silver tongues?”
“Hell yeah,” he admitted freely, adding a shudder that pulled another laugh from me.
“That’s good. Fear means it matters to you.” Our eyes locked as if pulled together by a magnet, heat swirling between us. Heat and something more, something intense and terrifying.
My office door flew open, interrupting the moment, and our gazes were reluctantly pulled from one another and toward the intruder.
Persy gasped, her violet eyes wide with shock even as her red lips pulled up into a smile. “Is Drew in today?”
“He should be around, but if you can’t find him, page Zola for a consult.”
Persy’s brows dipped in confusion. “Drew said to call him. Always.”
I smiled. “He’s having trouble sharing. It comes from being the baby of the family,” I assured her.
My brother seemed to have a difficult time getting along with Zola. I wasn’t sure if it was work related, but they were a good professional team.
Persy nodded, her gaze narrowed as she took in all the details in front of her. The romantic table setting. The food. Gavin. She lingered on Gavin and her knowing smile turned skeptical.
“Gavin, it’s good to see you again.”
He blinked, surprised by her warm welcome. “Uh, thanks. Good to see you, too. Happy to hear things are going well with you and Ryan.”
She nodded. “I can’t wait to hear the new album,” she told him excitedly. “But I’ll be watching you,” she assured him, pointing her forefinger and middle finger from her eyes to his. “Very, very closely.”
To punctuate her words, or to make them more terrifying, Persy backed out of the office and didn’t stop staring at Gavin until the door closed.
When we were alone again, Gavin’s nervous laughter bounced off the walls. “She’s scary as hell, isn’t she?”
I shrugged, amused by the genuine fear in his eyes.
“I’ve never had someone compliment and threaten me in the same breath.”
He was so out of sorts by Persy’s threat that I had to laugh. “Do they usually take a breath between the compliment and the threat?”
The question surprised a laugh out of him and Gavin nodded. “Usually, yeah. And I have to say, I prefer it.”
My cheeks hurt from smiling so much, or maybe it was because of all the chewing I’d done for the past hour. Either way, lunch with Gavin was the most fun I’d had since my last meal with him. “Thank you for thinking of me and feeding me. And thanks for making me laugh.”
“It’s my pleasure, Suzie Q. Always.” The affection that darkened his green eyes sent a lightning bolt of warmth straight through me. “Whenever you’re hungry, I’m your man.”
My man. That sounded better than it should, a thought I quickly shook off because it was unproductive. Gavin was here for the baby and sure, we were getting back to something like friends, but that was it.
“I’ll be sure to let my stomach know.” I stood with a sigh and stretched my back. “I really do appreciate it, Gavin. I know I told you not to do it, but today your defiance was much appreciated.”
“But not always?” He pushed away from the table and stood. With two steps, he was in my personal bubble, smelling like a masculine forest and I couldn’t help but lean in. Just a little.
“No,” I answered a little breathlessly, “not always.”
“No deal,” he groaned and laid his hands on my shoulders. “My plan is to make your life easier, especially while you’re carrying our child, but from here on out, Suzie. I suggest you get used to it.”
I shook my head as if that act alone could ward off his words and the impact they had on me. “I can’t.”
“You can,” he insisted as his hands slid from my shoulders and up my neck before his fingers tangled in my hair. “You will,” he growled a moment before his mouth crashed down on mine.
His tongue moved slowly but insistently, as if he had all the time in the world. As if he didn’t have an entire record label full of people waiting for him. The kiss remained chaste—too chaste—for several long moments before he used his tongue, dragging it back and forth across the seam of my mouth until I opened for him.
The feel of his satisfied smile against my lips did wicked things to my body, but when his tongue slipped inside, heat flooded my veins. His tongue, his kiss, it felt like home. I was a little on edge, a whole lot turned on, and leaning into him. Gavin took my weight, accepted it as if was nothing as he spun me and pushed my body between him and the wall. A low moan escaped and he swallowed it whole.