Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
“You two go,” Eric’s mum says tiredly.
“Mum…”
“Go, she’ll be fine and her dad will be here soon.” The entire time she speaks, her eyes never leave her daughter.
Is this what I’ll be like when Dillan has accidents? It looks awful. I can only imagine how it feels.
“I’ll take Gwen home and then I’ll be back,” Eric states, standing once more.
His mum glances our way and gives me a small smile. “Thanks for being here, Guinevere.”
I only nod and give her shoulder a squeeze. “I won’t leave until Eric says so.”
Eric laces his fingers with mine. “I say so now. Come on.”
I don’t want to leave them; I think I’ve been slightly traumatised by the accident and I was only a spectator. “I feel bad, leaving you.”
He cups my face with one hand. “It’s fine; I swear. I’ll call you in the morning.”
We leave quietly and drive home in silence. It’s not until we pull up into my driveway that he finally speaks. “Thank you for coming today. I’m sorry we didn’t get a chance to eat or talk.”
“Me too.” I unbuckle my belt and reach for the door.
“Wait.” His tired, solemn eyes come to mine. Using his hand in the front of my shirt, he pulls me towards him and presses his lips to mine. I kiss him back for a moment. I don’t have the willpower to say no to him right now. Unfortunately, my reciprocation only spurs him to kiss me deeper.
When he finally releases me, I lick my swollen lips and open the door.
“I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Okay.” I give him a wave and make my way to my front door. My eyes remain on the ground so when I look up, seeing Nathan stood in the doorway, a blank look on his face and his arms folded across his chest, it shocks the hell out of me. “Hey.” I say this cautiously as he moves back and allows me entry into my home.
Did he see? Of course he saw. This is just great.
“Hi,” he says back, no anger, no disappointment, just a normal Nathan kind of hi. This worries me.
“What are you doing here? Where’s Dillan and my mum?”
“Dillan is happily playing on the mat in the room; your mum left about forty minutes ago after calling me.” He places his hand on the small of my back and leads me into the room.
“I should make dinner,” I tell him, still watching him warily. “Are you hungry?”
He nods. “Very.”
“Let me just say hello to Dillan and I’ll make us something.”
“Great.” He follows me into the room and sits as I pick up Dillan and attempt to make him smile. “How was work?”
“Tiring,” I state, placing Dillan back on the play mat.
Nathan walks towards me and helps me up off the ground. He starts moving me backwards, his eyes locked on mine.
“I thought you were hungry?” I ask breathlessly as my back collides with the wall.
“I am.” He grins wickedly and his mouth descends on mine.
As his tongue coaxes open my lips, I melt into him and my hands go straight to his thick hair.
“Remember that day in my house?” He suddenly says, breaking the kiss.
“I remember a lot of days.”
He smiles, closing his eyes as he grinds into me. “The day you gave me the journal.”
Memories resurface and I find myself blushing and stammering. “I… remember that day.” Nervously tucking my hair behind my ear, I ignore the heating in my cheeks and press on. “What about it?”
“I want to do that again.” He admits, his pupils fully dilating.
His eyes look black. I’m sure mine mirror them. “Okay.”
“But without clothes this time.”
Gulp. Nod. “Okay.”
With that, he bends slightly, grabs my thighs and lifts me until my legs are around his waist. Shiver.
My fingertips smooth over his lips as I lean back on the wall in an attempt to get a better angle with my hips. I shamelessly move against him, trying to get his length to rub me on my core. Pushing me up his hips a fraction, he spins, making me squeal and grab his shoulders for balance. Moments later we start ascending the stairs.
“Dillan,” I say, not wanting to leave him on his own.
Nathan nods and races down the stairs. He returns moments later with Dillan and places him in his cot. In this time I’ve already managed to strip down to my bra and knickers.
Nathan’s eyes drink me in as I move towards him and reach for his shirt. He doesn’t let me. Instead he folds his arms around me and works at the clasp of my bra.
“Let me,” I say, shuddering as his lips tease and suckle on my neck. His hands cup my breasts and his thumbs roll over the nipples. I reach for his shirt again, but he pushes my hands away. “Please.”