Surprisingly Us (Unexpectedly in Love, #4)

by Erin Hawkins

Wait a minute…I know those eyes. They’re as blue as the waters of Lake George that I used to swim in as a kid. And the way that nose wrinkles when she’s determinedly set her mind on something. That’s when it hits me. The woman staring me down like she’s got a bone to pick is none other than Colette Davenport.

“You’re losing me, Princess.” Her gaze darts back to mine. “Princess?” “New nickname since you didn’t like the old one.” She scoffs. “I don’t like that one either.” But I love the way her cheeks pinken when I call her princess, so I’m going to keep calling her it.

If I’m understanding this correctly, Hannah has sent Lettie to keep an eye on me. To prevent me from hooking up with anyone at the wedding. Lettie is here to cock-block me. Trouble is, she’s the prettiest cock-blocker I’ve ever seen.

“And here I thought you were being nice.” “I’m always nice, Princess, especially to you.”

“Jesus, what’s with the gloves? Have you been watching Bridgerton again?” “It’s customary to rewatch the previous season before the new one comes out.”

“Nothing about you could be boring.”

“I’m Rhys,” and because I’m trying things out, “I’m Lettie’s boyfriend.” Lettie’s mouth drops open, but it’s a few seconds later when she finds the words. “No, Mrs. Donahue, he’s not.” “Not yet, but I’m working on it.” I toss a wink in Mrs. Donahue’s direction.

Mine. But that’s not right. What the fuck does mine even taste like? Besides, she’s not really mine. But fuck, after that kiss, I wanted her to be. I wanted to find any excuse to seal my mouth to hers again.

“Shopping for you was easy. You look good in everything.”

You’re not a princess, Lettie, you’re my princess. Maybe it was a joke at first, but for me the nickname is my way of telling you that it’s okay to relax and let me be there for you.” He swallows hard, his eyes searching mine. “It’s a way of letting you know I’ve got you, just like you’ve got me.”

“You know I’m going to take care of you, Princess.” He places a gentle kiss against my clit before swirling it playfully with his tongue. “This sweet pussy belongs to me, and I take care of what is mine.”

“I can’t fuck you, Lettie, because that’s not what it would be. I’ve been losing my mind trying to understand what this is. Trying to push my feelings for you away. Because that’s what I have. Feelings. It’s overwhelming and terrifying. And when you said you didn’t need your first time to be special, I realized that’s all I wanted. For it to be special. For you. With me.”