5 More Minutes by Mayra Statham

Author:Mayra Statham [Statham, Mayra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Statham
Published: 2020-01-30T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Nina

“FUCK,” HE CURSED under his breath the moment I opened the door, and I swallowed all the emotions I was feeling. His gaze roamed from the tips of my open-toed heels to the top of my head before it met my eyes. “You’re beautiful.” His voice sounded scratchy, and I smiled.

“Thanks,” I whispered. “Those mine?” I pointed to the small bouquet of wildflowers.

“Yes. Here.” He handed them to me, taking a step forward, and in his smooth Brandon manner, with one gentle but firm hand on my hip, he pulled me in and kissed me.

Soft.

Sweet.

Perfect.

“I don’t usually kiss on the first date,” I mumbled against his lips

“Liar.” He winked, and I laughed. We’d kissed before we’d made it to the movie we’d gone to see on our first first date.

“You ready, my niña linda?” I loved how he called me his lovely girl. Those first days that first summer, he’d done his best to learn Spanish. I’d asked why, and he’d said he liked the idea of being able to talk to my family. I was too impressed by him to break his heart and tell him they all spoke great English.

“Nina? You ready?” he asked again, his eyes curious, probably knowing my mind was wedged in a memory.

“For you?”

“For us,” he said, and I exhaled a shuttered breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding.

This was it.

The start of us.

Our road might have hit a bump and we had been on a standstill, but we were ready. Ready for our journey to continue. I couldn’t wait.

“Always,” I mumbled against his lips before kissing him one more time and leaving the apartment.

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“You didn’t!”

“I did.” He grinned, sitting back in his chair, taking a sip of the bourbon he’d ordered. Such a difference from the guy who drank old Bud Lights his older brother had hooked him up with. “I’ve jumped about eight times on leave.”

“You skydive for fun and sip bourbon now.” I smiled, resting my chin on my hand as I leaned closer to him, my free hand in his.

“And you paint and know all sorts of things about wines.”

“We grew up.”

“Maybe.”

“Do you think we’re crazy?” I asked cautiously.

“In what way?”

“I mean, doing this. Jumping back in, just, headfirst into this, after so long?”

“What’s the alternative?” he asked, curiosity in his voice, not an ounce of anger. That was new too. He was patient and a better listener than he’d been before. A million times over.

“Getting to know one another. Taking things slow.”

“Slow?” he repeated in a low tone, and his gaze went into an instant smolder. God, Brandon’s eyes were definitely the window to his soul and his libido. They drifted down to my neck and collarbone then back up to meet my own. Jesus, he was sexy. One look from Brandon was all it ever took to get me in the mood. I knew exactly what was running through his mind, because I was thinking the same. He was picturing us making sweet, slow love. So slow and tender, he’d make me lose my mind and beg for him to fuck me hard.

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