Page 147 of Sweet Hate
“Sprinks, when it comes to you, I don’t forget a thing. Not a word you say. Not a sound you make. Not a wish you dream.”
His lips ghost my hairline, planting soft kisses down to my ear.
“From the very first moment I saw the five-year-old you sitting on top of that counter with your cute little freckled face, adorable pigtails, and that pink Band-Aid on your knee, you stole the show. Even then I wanted to be around you. Give you everything you could want or need. I knew then…” He pauses and sucks in a deep breath. “I knew then I’d met my best friend for life. And that I’d do anything to make her smile. Happy Valentine’s Day, beautiful. I hope this surprise was worth the wait.”
His words, this entire surprise, everything is just so overwhelmingly perfect I want to squeeze him tight and never let him go.
And because I don’t have enough words, I pull him to me by his collar and frantically kiss him until we’re both breathless.
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Ialmost told her I love her. Right there and then, the words ready to spill out, to tell her that I knew she was it for me.
Goddamn, it really felt like the perfect moment.
Still, seeing her face light up brighter than a kid at Christmas will stay with me for life.
My whole body is itching to go back down to her, but she needs to eat. Since she doesn’t want to leave the bakery, I’ve canceled our reservations, and I’m throwing together some pasta for us to eat downstairs instead.
Just as the water comes to a boil, my phone chimes with a message.
Sprinks
Axel, I think you need to come check something out.
Turning off the stove, I run out of my apartment and thunder down the stairs, my pulse hammering in my ears as I mentally cycle through what could have gone wrong. A leak?Chipped tile?
The sight that greets me wipes every coherent thought from my brain and almost knocks me to my knees.
“Fuuuuuuuckkk Haven.”
My girl’s sitting on her new counter, naked, apart from the tiniest scrap of pink lace between her legs and the world's sexiest smile stretched across her face.
“Hi, Daddy,” she says as she tilts her head, those big eyes staring up at me.
Daddy?
A growl rips out of my chest at that. I hope my girl knows what she’s doing because she’s appealing to something primal in me that I didn’t even know was there.
I look over her creamy skin and focus on her smooth, soft tummy. The idea of her growing my baby inside her has me hard as stone, and I can’t help but fist my aching cock. She looks over her sexy glasses at me and smirks, watching my hand squeeze the ever-living shit out of it.
“How about a little something sweet?” Haven asks teasingly as she holds out a cupcake frosted with little hearts, but her sexy thighs fall open at the same time and…fuck me.
My gaze lands on the wet spot soaking through that tiny scrap of material.
I know what I plan on eating tonight.
“You’re such a naughty girl, Haven Blake, tempting Daddy with your wicked tricks.”
She moans, her head falling back, draping her sexy pink hair over the counter. The way she gets off on that is totally unexpected, but I love that I’m still discovering new things about my girl.
My body vibrates with need as I prowl over, coming to stand between her spread legs. I fist her hair in my hand to tug her head back, the need to taste her almost as urgent as the need to breathe. Our lips clash in a desperate kiss. Her fingers crawl upmy abs, the feel of her nails scraping my skin sending shivers up my spine.
I break away to suck her neck, her sweet smell enveloping me, making me lose my damn mind.
“You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted Haven Blake, and I hope you’re ready, because I’ve got an insatiable appetite.”
