Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
I’ve had women try to snare me before it was nothing new. But I know a woman’s touch almost as well as I know their scent, and there was definitely something more in the way she clutched at me that I’d missed before.
I opened my eyes with my lips still on hers. Her eyes remained closed but once I pulled my lips away and looked down at her, I caught the expression on her face before her eyes slowly came open and looked into mine.
I saw it before she could hide it again. That quick flash of fire that burned in her eyes before her lashes came down to hide them from me again.
“Open them!” I kissed her lids until she obeyed me. I didn’t realize that I’d stopped moving as I looked down at her.
I’d missed something. Those first few days when I was trying to figure her out, thinking she was just a hot little number looking to cut her teeth on me, there was something else going on.
When she rocked her hips beneath me in a silent bid to get me to move again I put the thought away to revisit another time.
13
For the next few days I watched her every move with new eyes. I didn’t touch her for those two days, something she complained bitterly about no end.
But I was trying to see what her true game was and I knew I wouldn’t get to the bottom of it unless I kept my dick out of her and kept a clear head.
Because of what she’d awakened in me I had to know, why? Why her after all these years and all the many women?
I couldn’t put my finger on any one thing that she’d said or done that should bring about this change in me. And I was even more astounded by my own reaction. The fact that I wasn’t running scared or packing her off back to her parents.
It wasn’t just her beauty, I knew that, or her youth; my heart’s not that damn fickle. So for two days I restrained myself while she was back to doing everything in her power to get me to fuck her.
“I said behave.” I smacked her ass again and kept my head in the book I’ve been pretending to read for the last half an hour.
We were on the couch with her head resting on my bent knee. I read a book while she played one of those insipid games on her phone with the volume off after the last time I threatened to toss the shit out the window.
Neither of us was really paying attention to what we were doing, but we were putting on a good show. I’d had to pull her hand off my dick twice already even though I’d told her to quit.
“I’m bored!”
“I know, but you’re not getting what you’re after so give it up.” I brought the book closer to my face so I wouldn’t see her pout and give in.
In these past two days I’d come to realize that I found everything about her either cute or adorable. She’s a precocious little thing when she isn’t vamping it up.
And once she lets her guard down and stops acting like she’s on a mission to get me to breed her, there’s a very mature almost overly focused side to her.
I’m not sure why she tries to keep this side of her hidden, that’s another part of the mystery. But I’ve noticed that each time she slips into that character, the one that reminds me of her father and how astutely intelligent he is, she pulls back just as quickly.
From our conversations I now know that she’s more than a little intelligent and that she has a kind though misguided heart.
She’s one of those romantic types that believe in folklores and fairytales. Her head is in the clouds half the damn time, and when she’s not being a shameless flirt, she’s a hoyden.
Once her attention was shifted again to the game I lowered the book without her notice and watched her the top of it. She bites her lower lip when she’s concentrating hard on something, and when her hair is loose like it is now, she pushes it back behind her left ear every few minutes.
I let my eyes run down her body as she lounged against me. That’s something else I’ve noticed, she likes being close to me. Even when we’re asleep, if I should move away from her in the night, she always finds her way to me again.
As if sensing my stare, her head turned slowly and our eyes met. For the barest of seconds there was sadness in hers and that one look did something to my heart.
Now it was I putting the book away and reaching for her. “What’s the matter?” She shook her head and pretended interest in the game she was playing but I turned her face back to me.