Building Faith (Long Beach Series Book 2) by Dani Matthews Read Free Book Online

of Band-Aids. She motions for my finger, and I unwrap it and hold it out. She’s a sweet, little thing. If it were Zoey, she would have told me do it myself.
    Faith bends down, leaning over slightly to take my injured hand in her own. As she inspects the half inch cut, I realize I can see down her tank top. She’s got small tits, which doesn't bother me. I’m more of an ass man. Show me a tight ass, and I’m good to go. As for tits, I like ‘em big or small. Usually the women that end up in my bed are curvaceous with big tits though, because the women that know they got a bangin’ body are the ones that aren’t shy about sex. And they’re experienced.
    But as I study the soft, slight swells of her breasts encased in a white bra, I feel my interest in her growing. I know she’s got a tight, little ass. I saw it in those itty bitty shorts she’d been wearing the day we’d painted her apartment. That ass was in my dreams last night. If it weren’t for her past or for Caleb warning me that she’s hands off, I’d have her on her bed right now, legs spread and eyes wide with anticipation.
    “Ace?”
    I blink and realize my hand is still in her smaller, softer one and that my pointer finger is bandaged. She’s finished. I feel like a tool for zoning out, and I clear my throat awkwardly. “Thanks,” I mutter as I pull my hand out of hers.
    She gives me one of her sweet smiles. “You’re welcome. I need to get back to the kitchen or our dinner is going to burn,” she tells me as she turns and hurries out of the bathroom.
    I rise to my feet, and since she’s already disappeared, I adjust my junk and grimace. I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard up for a specific woman my entire life. Sure, for a while there when I first met Zoey, I wanted her and imagined the things I’d do to her. But I didn’t lose my head around her, zoning out and shit.
    As I make my way to the kitchen, I realize the smart thing to do would be to bail on her and stay the fuck away. I have a feeling that the more time I spend with Faith, the more I’m going to want her. Guess I’m a glutton for punishment though, because it’d take the hounds of hell to tear me away from her this evening. Especially since she’s cooking. When was the last time I had a home cooked meal? I can’t even remember.
    Faith smiles at me from where she stands by the oven. “The beef didn’t burn.” Her eyes shift, and she gives me a look as she points to the stools by the counter with the spoon she’s holding. “Sit.”
    I stare at her. Beneath all that uncertainty, I bet there’s some fire just dying to get out.
    She must realize she’s being bold, and I watch as she hesitates before saying, “I’d be more comfortable if you just sit and keep me company. Honestly, I like to cook. I don’t mind it.
    I pull out a stool and slide onto it. “I’ll watch, otherwise we might just end up at the ER.”
    She looks relieved before turning to throw away the pieces of onion I’d bled on. “So, were you on your way to visit Zoey and Caleb? I’m not keeping you from anything, am I?” She asks as she cleans the cutting board in the sink before drying it off.
    “No, I was headed to my apartment.”
    Her head swivels around, and she looks at me with surprise. “You have an apartment in the building?”
    “Yeah. Just two doors down. I live on the other side of Caleb and Z.”
    “Oh.” She sets the cutting board on the counter top and begins slicing the onion that I hadn’t finished. “Do you go to the university?”
    “Yes.” Her back is to me, and my eyes drift over her tiny waist and down to her ass encased in shorts. My eyes lower to her legs. For being short, she’s got long legs instead of short ones like you’d expect on someone with her height. They are tanned and slim, but still shapely.
    “What is your major?” she asks, completely oblivious to the fact that I’ve been scoping her out since I walked through the door.
    “I’m studying