Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 146605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
“Right.” Ace takes a bite of the grilled cheese. The whole time he eats, he keeps his eyes on the kittens. They’re sitting on the counter drinking milk out of a bowl. Ace fills the silence easily, but I catch Roman stealing looks at me. He’s a different man when Ace is around. Softer. With me he’s a brute. If we have to be married why can’t he be softer to me too?
George comes strolling in a few moments later with what looks like a decent amount of supplies. We all go up to Ace’s room. George actually managed to get a playpen for the kittens. We get everything set up while Ace changes into his pajamas and brushes his teeth.
“If you need anything—” Roman takes one of the walkie talkies that’s on his nightstand.
“Got it. ‘Night, Fawn.”
“See you in the morning.” I follow Roman out of the room into the hallway. My nerves start to bubble up inside me. Now what do I do?
“He was my brother’s son. A brother I didn't even know I had until it was too late.” Roman fills in the blanks for me before I can ask. “He died in an accident, leaving me with full custody of Ace. I’m the only family he has.”
“You didn't know about your brother and you still decided to keep that beautiful little boy?” My heart melts at the thought. I’m starting to think there might be more to Roman than he shows the rest of the world.
“Of course.” He puts his hand on my back, leading me back to our room a few doors down.
“We’re sharing a room?” I tuck a piece of hair behind my ear, trying not to fidget.
“We are married.”
“I was told we didn't have to have sex,” I blurt out.
“When I take you, you’ll be begging me to do so,” he says in that deep voice of his. The softness he had with Ace is long gone. He turns, heading toward the bathroom. He slams the door behind him, making me jump. Well, I guess the honeymoon phase is over.
I let out a breath, my emotions all over the place. You can do this, I tell myself, going to pick up a few of my bags. I push open the closet door and walk in. I drop my bags at the sight before me. One side is clearly all of Roman’s things. The other I have no freaking clue.
It’s filled with clothes that still have the tags hanging from them. Shoes line the shelves below. There are even a couple of fancy handbags. Holy crap. I run my fingers down one of the silk shirts. The fabric is softer than anything I’ve ever felt before.
This is nuts, but I suppose he wants me to look the part. Why does this man need a wife? And why has he resorted to these great lengths in order to get one? I open one of my bags, pulling out a pair of pink and black flannel pajamas and my bag for the bathroom before I exit the closet.
I can hear the water running in the bathroom, so I quickly change into my sleep clothes, taking my dress back to the closet. Roman comes strolling out of the bathroom completely naked. My mouth falls open. Holy shit. Not only does he look as though he’s a freaking piece of art, he’s also big everywhere.
A few more scars do mark up his chest. It makes him look like a warrior who is coming back from battle.
“What are you doing?” I finally get it together, putting my hand over my eyes. But there is no denying the heat between my thighs. My body reacted to him in a way it’s never done to anyone in the past.
“Getting ready for bed,” he answers. I feel him walk past me, his woodsy scent doing things to my body that I have no control over. I drop my hand before grabbing my bag and darting into the bathroom. I quickly close the door behind me and lock it. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in as I lean against the closed door. What is this man doing to me?
I drop my bag, clenching my legs together. My nipples are hard. I’m so turned on. What the heck? You’ll beg me to take you. His words drift through my mind. This is crazy. I get it together and start getting ready for bed. When I exit the bathroom, Roman is already in bed reading a book. Thank God he is covered. Well, everything besides his chest.
“Do you need anything?” he asks as I come to the other side of the bed. I shake my head no, pulling the ribbon out of my hair to let it loose. “All you ever have to do is ask.” He reaches over, pulling the blanket back for me to climb in.