Instalove Christmas Read Online Hope Ford

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
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“I like you, Baker Miller. I liked you the second I met you. You are the reason I stayed in town. After getting to know you, I well, let’s just say, I’m smitten.” She looks away and seems to take a deep breath, then pulls her shoulders back and looks at me again. “I know that’s maybe not what you want to hear. And I know that you’re probably used to women like Hilda or someone else, but I’m me. And well, I like me. But I can’t play this game anymore. I thought it would be harmless, but I can feel myself falling apart right now. It’s like I had a taste of what it could be like, and I know I’m not going to have that. I think it’s best if we stopped this charade we have going on.”

When she finally stops talking, I can tell she’s on the verge of tears. Because I can’t hold it back any longer, I reach for her and pick her up, pulling her to my lap. “You’re right, Tara. I don’t want to do this charade anymore either.”

She instantly starts to struggle and move from my lap, but I hold on tight, my arms around her waist. “I don’t want a charade because I want the real thing. I want it with you. Why do you think I did this? Insisted that I come with you and got so upset when I heard you had called for a male escort? It’s because I like you, Tara. A lot!”

She sobs. “You’re smitten with me?”

My voice is deep and clear next to her ear. “Totally smitten.”

Chapter 8

Tara

“Where are we going?” he asks me as I pull him down the sidewalk.

I turn with a glint in my eye. “To my house. My parents will be here most of the night.” I wiggle my eyebrows at him, and he surprises me by picking me up, one arm under my back and the other behind my knees. He takes off running to my house as fast as he can.

We laugh the whole way, and I can’t believe this is the same guy that was bah humbugging about Christmas. He’s been such a good sport. Ice skating, caroling, shopping, ugly Christmas sweater party, meeting all my family… he did all of it… for me.

We run up the stairs, and we’re both huffing and puffing as we race into the room. But my laughs stop when he’s standing in front of me, looking at me with desire. “Do you want to take it off or you want me to?” he asks, gesturing to my sweater.

I lean over and take off one of my shoes and then grin at him.

“Cute. But that’s not what I want to see. I want to see you. I felt you in my arms last night; now I want to see you.”

My lower belly rolls, remembering waking up next to him this morning. I could definitely get used to that. I answer him by pulling at the hem of my top and lifting it over my head. Before I lose confidence, I take off my other shoe and pull down my black leggings. When I’m standing in front of him with only a pair of black panties and my black bra, I look up at him.

“Fuck,” he says as he cups himself in his pants. “You’re breathtaking.”

I shake off his compliment and take a step toward him. “Baker, I want you.”

My whole body is trembling as I realize how true that statement is. I want him any way I can have him.

I pull at his shirt, and he lifts his arms so I can take it off him. As soon as I see bare skin, I run my hands all across his chest as if I’m memorizing the way he looks and feels. His muscles jump as I touch him, and it makes me happy, knowing that he’s reacting to my touch this way.

He just stands there and lets me, but when I reach for the button of his pants, his hands come out to stop me.

I look up at him questioningly. “Let me see you,” he says huskily.

He reaches behind me and unsnaps my bra, pulling it down my shoulders and off my arms. What he does with it then I have no idea because he’s dropped to his knees in front of me and sucks my nipple into his mouth. His hands are everywhere, kneading my other breast, feathering across my stomach, reaching around to cup my butt and bring me closer to him.

When his hands go between my thighs, I close them instantly.

He moves off my breast and starts kissing my stomach, moving further down until he’s peeling my underwear off and parting my swollen lips with his fingers. As soon as his tongue touches my lower belly, my hips jerk at the contact.


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