“You like riding horses,” Finn says, trying to help me.
“True.”
“You’re very good at chopping wood.” The sparkle in Farrah’s eyes sends heat through my body. I know exactly what she’s thinking about right now. The last time she saw me chopping wood, I caught her checking me out.
I raise an eyebrow at her. “I suppose I do have some interests. Although there are some things I would like to learn a whole lot more about.”
Her face flames when she catches my drift.The grin she tries to hide lets me know I didn’t go too far. Should I be pushing her a little bit more? Showing her that I want her with everything in me, but on her timeline? I might have to test that tonight.
Farrah insists on cleaning up dinner, shooing me out of the kitchen while Finn helps her. I sit at the table, unable to go too far away from them. It’s a glimpse at a future I didn’t think would ever be a possibility after what happened with Leona.
A part of me worries this is moving too fast. The other part believes it’s happening exactly as it’s meant to. I figure if I take this one day at a time, it won’t matter. We’ll end up doing everything on our own time.
When they’re done with the dishes, we spend time reading books in Finn’s fort until it’s time for him to go to bed. Farrah heads downstairs while I get Finn in his pajamas.
“Do you think Farrah would want to be my mom one day?” His hesitant question makes my heart break.
“I’m not sure, buddy. We’re still getting to know each other right now. Would you like her to spend more time with us?”
“Yeah, our house feels happier with her here.”
A soft smile quirks up the corner of my mouth. “It does indeed. How about we give it a little bit of time before we decide to ask her to stay forever? Would that be okay?”
“How long is a little bit?”
Fuck. I wasn’t prepared to give him an exact date. “Uh…let’s talk about it again in two months.”
“Ughhhh. That’s forever away.”
I snort, ignoring his pouting. I somehow cajole him into bed, and he’s asleep within a minute.
When I get back downstairs, I find Farrah waiting on the couch. She smiles as I sit down next to her, laying her head against my shoulder. “He’s such a great kid, Knox.”
“Yeah, he is. I got really lucky with him.” His question about Farrah being his mom is stuck on a loop in my head. Is that something she’d want? Would she want to have her own kids? Would I want to have another kid? It both terrifies me and elates me to think about Farrah getting pregnant with my baby. Fuck, I’m thinking about shit I have no business thinking about right now.
“You’ve also raised him to be an incredible human being. That’s not just genetics.”
I squirm a little at her compliment. It’s hard to take credit when I know he started off being an amazing little dude.
Farrah snickers at making me uncomfortable. I retaliate by tickling her rib cage. She squeals in protest, squirming away from me. I follow until suddenly I’m lying over her, both of us breathing a little hard. I have one foot on the floor, and the rest of my weight is balanced on my other knee on the couch. Farrah is stretched out underneath me, looking like a goddess. Her dark hair is splayed out like a halo around her head and her cheeks are flushed.
I can’t help but taste her, dropping my mouth to her neck. She tilts her chin up to give me more space. I take it as a green light to keep exploring her. I press kisses up to her jaw before taking over her mouth.
When I start to run out of air, I move back down her neck to explore her collarbone and the teasing V of her T-shirt.
“Knox,” she gasps when I use my nose to push aside her T-shirt, giving me access to the fleshy part of her breast. She tenses as my kisses get closer to her nipple, and I pull away immediately.
“You have all the power here, Princess,” I say, gazing up at her. “All you have to do is say stop or no, and everything ends immediately without a single repercussion.”
She stares at me with her big brown eyes as if she’s trying to read my mind.
“Do you trust me?” If she doesn’t, then this all ends, and I’ll move more slowly. I have no idea what her experience with sex looked like before me. I have a few guesses, but I don’t want any of them to be right.
She nods, slowly but with confidence. “Yes.”
“And you trust that I’ll stop the second you say so?”
“Yes. I’m not scared of you, Knox.”
