Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 135652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
He’s going to get angry, I just know it.
“Are you going to just stand there?” His voice is deep and hoarse, I’ve never heard it sound this way before. It caresses me in places like a hand would. “Seeing as you’ve already invaded my privacy, a few more steps won’t hurt.”
Gulp.
He turns, tucking himself back into his pyjamas, forming a tent in the front with his straight and impressive erection.
“I… I’m sorry… I came to…” My thoughts won’t gather, my mouth is too dry, my eyes won’t leave his twitching length. “To talk.”
“Talk?” He smirks in the dark. “What about?”
“About,” something to do with something. “Something.” Face palm. “Downstairs, in bed.”
His smirk widens, “Care to elaborate?”
“I…” Oh crap. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have… I just…” I’m an idiot. “I’m sorry.”
In four long strides he’s grabbing me and pressing me against the wall, his faces inches from mine. “Did you enjoy watching me?”
Oh my god. “I should go back to my room.” Nodding frantically I try to squeeze from between him and the wall.
“There’s nothing wrong with feeling aroused,” he traps me by pressing his body against mine, his thickness pushing up between us, resting between our pelvic bones. “If I touch you down there will you be wet?”
Yes. God yes. “Nathan,” I don’t know whether I’m pleading or warning.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he chuckles and nips at my neck, making me want to arch my back and push my aching breasts against his chest.
No. I didn’t come up here for this, “I should go.”
“You don’t want to.”
I place my hands on his chest between us and push him back a step, slowly and gently. “I need to.”
He looks at me for a long moment before speaking, and what he says shocks me so badly, my mind goes blank. All previous thoughts flee. “I know you’re not ready yet. I don’t expect you to be. I also don’t care how long it takes.” He winds a lock of my hair around his gloved finger, reminding me of where that hand was not moments ago. Oh god. “I won’t stop trying.”
“T… trying what?” I stammer and lick my dry lips.
“To make you mine.” Thud. My heart just hit my ribcage in an attempt to run screaming. I blink in shock. “This is more than just an obligation to you and Dillan. I can’t hide it anymore and I can’t keep pretending that we aren’t perfect for each other when clearly… we are.” The arrogance in his tone should make me angry, the things he’s insinuating should make me really angry; they don’t. I only have one thing on my mind right now. It begins with S and ends in X. His words only fuel my desire and it takes everything I have to stop myself from wrapping around him like a koala and clinging on for dear life. “But I won’t push you like I have. I want you to come to me when you’re ready.” His admission brings me back to earth for a flicker of a second and the guilt I feel pierces through my lusting state.
“And what if I don’t?” I ask, because I doubt I will. No matter how bad he seems to be affecting me I could never betray Caleb like that.
Pain flickers in his eyes for a moment, “Then I’ll just have to enjoy you in any way I can get you.”
“And if I do?” Why did I ask that? It just came out.
I open my mouth to tell him not to answer but I’m too late. His words are firm and sure. His smile gentle yet cocky. “Then I intend to marry you and keep you for a very long time.”
My mouth forms the shape of an O, like Bridget Jones when she walks into the party wearing a bunny suit. “Oh.”
Chapter Twenty Two
I’m stood at my car outside of the supermarket, piling my groceries into the boot when a tall and not too handsome male approaches me. “Excuse me sweetheart.” He runs his fingers through his greying hair and blows out a long breath. “Sorry to bother you, I’m Carl.”
I don’t respond, I’m not a fan of being approached by strangers, no matter how friendly they seem. Where the hell is Nathan? He only went to change Dillan whilst I took the trolley to the car. He should be here by now.
He notices my lack of response but doesn’t seem offended, “I’m sort of a messenger.”
“Okay.” Where is he going with this?
“I was told to deliver this directly to you,” he holds out a large brown envelope that’s bulging at the bottom.
I stare at the envelope, my eyes blinking stupidly. Should I take it? Maybe I can…
Dillan is thrust into my arms, I barely manage to catch him before Nathan is on Carl. I let out a scream when Nathan brings his fist back and swings it around, it connects with Carl’s cheekbone but he quickly retaliates.