Page 42 of Beyond the Blue Horizon
Apparently, I couldn’t get upstairs fast enough to get dressed.
Shit.
I really was fucked.
So fucked.
Standing there fifteen minutes later on that little porch in front of Unit B as she swung open the door.
Piper dressed in these snug as fuck jeans and this tight, white, long-sleeved tee that disappeared into the high waist of her pants.
The scooped neckline dipped just enough to show off the swell of her tits.
Tits that were just this side of a handful.
My fingers twitched, and my wayward gaze roved, gliding down her body like I had the right.
Over the cinch of her waist and the flare of her hips, down to snow boots that were white with fake fur that she had on her feet.
My gaze traveled right back up to that stunning face.
Hair like white flames framed it, and those ice-blue eyes sparked beneath the blinding rays of sun that slanted in as the sun climbed for the sky.
All the hope I had that I’d come to my senses this morning was shot straight to hell.
“Good morning.” It was a shaky breath from that delicious mouth that was coated in a shiny pink.
The scent of sweet, sugared cherries radiated from her skin.
Clearly, this woman knew exactly how to do me in.
“Mornin’,” I rumbled, stuffing my hands into my front pockets so I didn’t do something stupid like reach out and curl them around her waist.
Tug her against me so I could feel her heat.
“Let me grab my purse and coat,” Piper murmured, and she ducked away, moving to where her coat was slung over the back of the couch.
The couch that her son was standing on. Facing us, he held onto the back cushions and grinned in my direction.
A single dimple denting his adorable cheek, hair as white as his mom’s and his eyes just as blue.
Though his were twinkling and filled with an untainted hue of innocence.
“I is Finn!” He lifted his little hand in the air like I might not notice him there.
Like I didn’t remember his name.
Like the fear of him being hurt hadn’t shifted something intrinsic inside of me.
Against my better judgement, I stepped into the cabin, kid drawing me forward like he had a bow twined around my heart.
“Hey there, Finn. You remember me?”
“Feo!” He shouted it as he jumped, clinging to the back of the cushions as he did.
A chuckle rolled out.
“You be careful,” Piper warned as she shrugged into her coat, “or you might fall off and bonk your head.”
