Page 105 of Mad Love
I’m in for the most amazing surprise when I wake up the next morning and she’s standing over me in a blue lacy thing that matches her eyes. The swell of her breasts between the plunging neckline makes my mouth water and I press my thumbs to my eyes, thinking I might be dreaming.
“Am I awake?” I ask.
She giggles. “I was just checking to see if you were.”
“The way you look right now makes me…speechless.”
Her smile grows. “Seems like you’re talking just fine to me. It’s a teddy. You like?”
“I like you in whatever you wear, Chapman, but yes, I really like this.”
“Scarlett made it for me, and you know I don’t normally wear stuff like this, but I kinda like it.” She turns around and flashes her backside, looking at me over her shoulder.
“Oh, the view is outstanding on either side,” I tell her.
I reach out to squeeze her perfect heart-shaped ass, and she sighs when my hands make contact with her.
“I missed you,” she says.
“Not as much as I missed you. You know what I like best?”
She turns and I tug her over until she’s straddling me. “What?”
I undo the ribbons at the shoulder and grin when her breasts are bared. “When you’reoutof whatever you’re wearing…”
We spend a considerable amount of time in bed and in the shower, going over the fine merits of her not wearing anything.
I’m in the living room later, playing with Caleb when she walks by, and I do a double take. I reach out and grab her waist, pulling her toward me and turning her around so I can get another look. She laughs when I curse under my breath.
“You didn’t tell me you were going away to buy things like this,” I say reverently. “I’m already in a constant tortured state around you. That will be the case whether you’re in the baggiest sweats known to man, which are also fine by me, or these…what are these amazing things called?”
“Leggings,” she says, cracking up.
“These are not just any leggings. They are the goddesses of leggings. They are one of the next best things to you being naked. They are?—”
She skirts away from me when I start to feel her up. “Ahem. Little eyes are present.”
“You are feeling very sleepy,” I coo to Caleb.
She laughs. “Don’t wish away his awake time!”
“I’m not. I just want him to rest his eyes for a minute while I do very naughty things to you.”
She ducks out of my reach again and I sigh when she walks into the kitchen.
“I think she enjoys torturing me,” I tell Caleb.
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
THE TRUTH
SADIE
My favorite days of the week have become Mondays and Tuesdays because that’s when I see Weston the most now. And on Wednesdays, he goes back to work and the long days, so it’s usually a little bit of a letdown when Caleb and I get up and Weston is already gone.
After such a fun weekend with Felicity and the girls, and then a fun couple of days with Weston and Caleb, I’m restless whenthe mid-week hits. I wash all my new things and hang them up, catch up on all the laundry, and when I’ve done all the chores that need to be done and Caleb is sleeping, I pull out Sadie’s journal.
I start reading and then check the outside of the journal and go back to the entry. It looks the same on the outside as the last one I read, but it’s more recent. I keep reading.