Page 34 of Broken Bodyguard
She paused, studying a faraway point across the cabin. “I want to get out of Kentucky.”
Wasn’t quite what I’d been hoping to hear but I liked it all the same. “And why does that seem out of reach?”
“My teaching certification is for Kentucky,” she admitted. “And I need my job. I need to keep Grace in her daycare. She’s happy where she is.”
I nodded, mulling over the information. “Well, I do have an alternative idea for you. You could always roam the US in an RV and ruin Grace’s childhood.”
Maddie burst into laughter, swatting my chest. “Thank you for the suggestion. Though I’m pretty sure you’ve already explained to me why Ishouldn’tdo that.”
“Just wanted you to be aware of your options.” I gathered her against me, more than ready for the adult portion of the evening. But we had some time before Grace went to bed still. “I’ll think on it. I know there’s something perfect out there for you, Maddie.”
What I didn’t understand was why deep down, I thought that maybe I could be that perfect thing for her.
I didn’t have a home; not even a lease. I had my Jeep and a few duffel bags of shit. Who was I kidding?
I needed to listen to Maddie’s words. I needed to do the smart thing.
And that meant continuing my path as I’d planned all along.
CHAPTER TWELVE
TROY
Iawokebeforemyalarm—six-twenty.
I knew why.
Maddie.
I stared up at the criss-crossing beams of the cabin roof. She’d been spending each night in my bed this week, slipping out in the early morning hours to return to her bed with Grace. I was used to rousing when she slipped out, but today was different.
This was the last morning. The absolute end.
Sadness washed over me. I turned onto my side, facing Maddie as she slept. My gaze drifted from her long, dark lashes to the faintest hint of freckles across her cheeks, along the wisps of dark chocolate hair that framed her face. She stirred slightly, and I took this as my sign to get her up for the day.
I dragged my fingertips along the curve of her cheek, trying to absorb as much ofthisas I could.
“Time to get up,” I whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.
I liked taking care of her and Grace. It felt good—natural, somehow. I’d never seen myself as a husband or daddy, but these eight days in Len’s cabin had got me thinking.
She mumbled something unintelligible. I wrapped my arms around her, placing soft kisses along her jawline. Maddie drew a deep breath, burrowing into me. My eyes drifted shut. I could have stayed there forever.
But she moved against me in just the right way. My cock perked up, ready for fun. I nuzzled into the hollow of her neck, searching out that perfect scent.
I don’t want this to end.
They were the words I was afraid to say. I had no right to say them, not when Maddie and Grace had needs, and I had an ever-changing location. My next stop was Ecuador. And after that? Uncharted.
The least sexiest thing to say to a single mom.
She giggled as I nuzzled her, burrowing harder against me. “Good morning to you.”
“Let’s make it a better morning.” I bit softly into the side of her neck, dragging my tongue along her sweet skin. She shivered, those pretty hazel eyes fluttering open as I smoothed my hand along her curves and in between her legs. My fingers danced over the crotch of her panties, already finding damp heat waiting for me. I pressed my fingers beneath the fabric, smoothing over the tight nub of her clit.
A sigh shuddered out of her at the same time my feral mode kicked in. Good lord, this woman was juicy. From head to toe.
“You feel so fucking perfect.” I slipped my finger into her pussy. “How are you this wet already?”
