Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 105301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
“About what?”
“About us never concluding what happened. We just threw ourselves into a relationship with so much lingering between us.”
“I was angry. I said many things I should never have said.”
“That doesn’t mean you were wrong.” I rub my eyes and then tug on my bleach stained shirt. “I love you but I feel like it’s never enough because you constantly question it.”
“Do you have any idea how frustrating it is knowing that you work in close quarters every single day with a man that wants you? A man that I know gets whatever he wants when he sets his sights on it.”
“You’re being…”
He interrupts, pressing his chest to mine and holding my biceps with his hands. “A man who is far better suited to you than I ever will be.” My lower back presses against the sideboard as he keeps his body tighter to mine. “Do you know how that feels?”
“Why don’t you talk to Kerim? Clear the air? I can only promise you that I’d never cheat on you. I can’t put your mind at ease with how he’s feeling because I can’t control that.”
He seems to stop breathing for the longest moment before he nods. “Fine. I’ll call him.”
“Just don’t bring me into it anymore.”
“I won’t,” he promises, but his lack of trust has rubbed off on me. I don’t believe him at all. “Give me another chance, Gwen. Let me come home.”
“No,” I reply adamantly. “For now I think it’s best for both of us and the kids to separate.”
“I refuse to lose you.”
“Then show me you can change.”
“I will,” he assures me and kisses the tip of my nose. “I promise I will.” His lips touch mine softly. “Starting this second.”
I really hope he means it. “Until then, we need to schedule our work rotas to make it so the kids have constant care.”
“So I still can’t come home?”
“No.”
“But…” He stops his argument and sighs heavily. “Fine. I understand. Where are the kids now?”
“With Jeanine.”
“Good, they love her.”
I smile softly and move from between him and the counter. “Is it so wrong that I want a drama free relationship?”
“No, I want that too.”
“Then we’re on the same page.” I smile and clear the mess from the counter. “I just hope it’s a reachable goal.”
“It is.”
“I have every hope.” Then I add. “We also have the matter of your mother to discuss.”
“Let’s tackle that another day.” He winces and helps to clear up. “For now let’s celebrate this small victory with a coffee and a movie?”
“I’ll not allow her to visit with my children until we’ve discussed it.”
“That’s fine, she knows.” He’s spoken to her since then I’m guessing. This annoys me but I don’t let it show. “Maybe we can all sit down together and work something out?”
“Maybe.” I give a little. “That doesn’t dismiss anything you did, though.”
“I know.” He steps into my space and slides his warm, large hands down my sides. My body shivers without permission and my throat dries as other places moisten. When his lips touch my neck and kiss a gentle path down to my shoulder, that shiver turns into a shudder and my knees become weak. “I’m sorry.”
His hand that rested on my hip slips under the waistband of my trousers and begins to tease as his other hand moves to grasp my breast.
“Nathan,” I whimper, my strength waning, not that I have tried to push him away at all. No matter how mad I am with him, he knows exactly how to torment my body to the point of no return.
“Shh,” he hisses in my ear and then takes the lobe in between his teeth.
Groaning, my head falls back onto his shoulder. He grinds against me powerfully. I feel his erection and pray that he relieves me of my trousers and slips into me so slowly as his leather clad fingers tease me to the brink of orgasm.
“That’s it,” he whispers, kissing my neck. “Let me make you feel good.”
“God,” I moan, wrapping my fingers around his wrist. “I want you.”
“No telling me twice,” he pants as the belt of his trousers clicks free. I hear it thread through the metal loop before his fingers part my folds and seek out my entrance. “Are you sure?”
“What?” I breathe as he taps against me.
“I know you don’t like doing it when we’re mad.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I cry. “Just do it already!”
He doesn’t hesitate another moment before he’s filling me and I’m sighing with relief. The orgasm I receive simply by the fullness makes me spasm so badly he has to hold me up.
“This way,” he whispers and walks me to the breakfast bar.
I squeal when he bends me over it, pressing my chest to the hard surface.
“I thought I’d never feel this again,” he admits, moving to a soft rhythm.