Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 110113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
I look at Sawyer and smile. “Ever think your best date ever would happen in a bathroom?”
“What’s a date?” Junie asks.
Sawyer hands her the small plastic pitcher. “It’s when two people who like each other go do something fun together.”
Ella scrunches her nose. “Are you gonna kiss like Prince Eric and Ariel?”
“I don’t know.” Sawyer’s head swings in my direction. “Are we going to kiss, Miss Ava?”
Heat floods my face. “Kissing is … fun. When it’s with the right person.”
“I never thought my best date would be in a bathroom, no,” he replies with a grin.
My heart pounds. “So this is your best date.”
“I took a four-hour nap before this. Of course it’s my best date. Might be my best day.”
Laughing, I give him a shove. “Sorry for the very embarrassing confession. I clearly need to get out more.”
“With me you do, yeah.”
He’s doing that thing where he looks at me intently. There’s this steadiness about Sawyer—this confidence he has—that is somehow enormously calming and wildly sexy.
He’s fearful of putting himself out there, but he does it anyway.
He does it with me.
I’m gripped by that same sense of wildness I felt in Austin, when I stripped Sawyer naked and demanded he dance with me for all the city to see. He loved it then.
Bet he’ll love it now.
After we towel off the girls and put them in front of a movie in the living room, I grab the front of his shirt and tug him back inside my bedroom.
“Close the door,” I whisper. “And don’t you dare ask me if I’m sure. You can’t leave me like this.”
“Like what?” Smirking, he pushes the door shut behind him, careful not to make a sound as he puts his hands on my waist and starts backing me up toward the bathroom.
See? See how obsessed he is with this side of you?
“Like I’m gonna die if I can’t have you.” I slip my hands inside his shirt, my pussy lighting up at the feel of his abdominal muscles contracting beneath my touch.
He’s so solid. Strong.
Like me, he’s burning up. We step inside the bathroom, the warm air still tinged with the lavender scent of the baby soap.
“Aw, baby, you got me.” He kicks the door shut behind us as he leans down to suck on my nipple through my shirt. “Anytime. For as long as you’ll let me stay.” Straightening, he looks me in the eye. “ ’Cause I wanna stay, pretty girl.”
My throat swells with emotion. I drape my arms over his shoulders. “I know you do.”
“Let me,” he murmurs, kissing my mouth. “Let me, Ava.” He kisses one cheek, then the other. “Please let me stay.”
I close my eyes, the burn there almost unbearable.
I think I’m in love with you, I want to say. I’m scared out of my mind, but I’m thinking about it, Sawyer.
I’m thinking about letting you stay.
Instead, I nod my head and bury my face in his neck. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me in for a tight hug.
I hug him back, my body—my fear—unfurling as his warmth and his certainty seeps into me.
We’re okay, his heart says, beating wildly.
Holy shit, we’re okay. He’s not pulling back or telling me to tone it down. He’s all in. Jumping in with both feet.
He’s as turned on by this spontaneous bit of fun as I am.
I slant my mouth over his. He’s grabbing the back of my legs and lifting me onto the sink vanity. I laugh into his kiss when the random shit I have on the counter goes everywhere. For a split second we go still, listening for the sound of little footsteps.
None come.
I reach for the fly of his jeans. He pulls down my own jeans as I work his dick free, giving him a firm pump before thumbing the head, smearing his pre-cum over the velvety skin there.
He groans, biting down my bottom lip.
“I have an IUD,” I breathe. “And I’m—there’s still nothing else to worry about on my end.”
Sawyer groans again. He reaches between us and thumbs my clit. “Same. Yes. My God, Ava, yes.”
“You still need to be quiet,” I whisper as I straddle his hips with my knees and pull him closer, notching him at my entrance. I close my eyes. “Think you can do that?”
“I got no choice,” he says as he sinks inside me the tiniest bit. “Oh, Ava, you feel—” He lets out a sputtering breath and leans his forehead against mine. “So fucking good. Let me. Please. For the love of God, please.”
The pleading edge in his voice turns my heart inside out. I open my eyes to see him looking at me. Grabbing his ass, I push him inside me a little deeper. At the same time, he keeps circling my clit with his thumb, causing sparks to erupt up and down the length of my spine.