Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
“I know, but I wouldn’t be where I am today if I didn’t see an opportunity and take it.”
“You see me as an opportunity?” I asked.
“No, I see this as an opportunity.”
“Then what do you want?” I knew I was playing with fire right now. I didn’t know what Peter could possibly want, and I was a little afraid to find out. But, I also wanted to know.
He stroked my cheek with the backs of his fingers and stared into my eyes. “I want to kiss you,” he said.
I didn’t think it would be a kiss that he’d want at the moment..
“A kiss?” I asked.
“Yes.”
I didn’t know what was so important about a kiss, but I nodded. “Fine, I’m in agreement.” I wasn’t going to say what we were agreeing about. I’d kind of lost track of the conversation. Peter had this affect on me, and it wasn’t good.
I got to my feet and at the same time, so did Peter. I reached out, but he was not swaying from side to side or doing anything alarming. He looked sturdy on his feet. Steady, even. I couldn’t help but glance toward his lips. It had been a long time since we kissed. I couldn’t help but think back to the picnic—feeling his lips on mine, and then only moments later, my life became a nightmare.
I pushed those memories to the back of my mind because they didn’t have a place in this moment, not with Peter.
Me and Peter.
Alone.
He cupped my cheek and tilted my head back, staring into my eyes. Neither of us spoke, and then Peter closed the distance between us, only he didn’t go straight in for a kiss. No, at first, he pressed his face against my neck, and then I felt him breathe me in as if he couldn’t resist. With one deep inhale, he couldn’t seem to help himself.
Then, he kissed my neck, at that pulse point right where it always felt so good, and I struggled not to say or do anything. Why did he have to begin by touching me there? Not that I was complaining. One touch and I didn’t want him to stop.
My hands were by my sides, and I was trying to keep myself contained, but it was hard, especially as I wanted him to touch me. It felt like a sudden, overwhelming need, and then when I least expected it, Peter took possession of my lips and began to kiss me. Gentle at first, and now I couldn’t help but touch him. I went for his waist, and then slowly slid my hands up, going around to his back, and kissing him. I did try to keep distance between us, so I didn’t hurt him. It was the last thing I wanted to do.
Peter must have known what I was trying to do, because he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in close. The kiss deepened. Peter traced my lips, and then slid inside.
I couldn’t contain my moan and the truth was, I didn’t want to. All I wanted to do was kiss this man. He was driving me crazy.
I wasn’t sure how we ended up in the bedroom, but I wasn’t going to complain. I didn’t fight it. I didn’t want to fight it.
Sliding my hands down his body, I grabbed his belt and loosened it. I went from a woman who was hesitant to suddenly feeling like I needed him inside me. I wanted Peter. Those feelings I had were not just cut out of me. They were not beaten out of me. I still loved Peter.
There was still a lot of pain and betrayal between us, but also understanding. He knew who I was, and yet he didn’t back away. I knew he was just following Ivan’s orders, but even still, this felt good. I had to forget about the past. Ivan had given me a choice. I wasn’t ready to make that choice, not right now. All I wanted to do was put the past behind us, and to feel Peter.
With his pants on the floor, I then suddenly remembered the lasagna in the oven, and I quickly broke the kiss.
“Our lasagna. I need to go and turn off the stove.”
Peter sighed. “You know what, I’m not going to let you out of my fucking sight.”
I let out a scream as he suddenly hauled me over his shoulder. “Peter, what are you doing?” I asked. “You’re injured. You shouldn’t be carrying me around. This is insane. Put me down.” I couldn’t help but laugh as he suddenly carried me out of the bedroom, and into the kitchen. He had to impress me by turning off the oven without having to ask me. Not that I should be surprised, Peter could cook.
I was still hanging off his shoulder. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”