Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 79020 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79020 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
There will come a time when she doesn't smile, when she wants to argue or fight against the boundaries I have to keep around her in order to keep her safe, but she's so fucking pliable right now, and I won't worry about shit until I have to.
"Need you," I whisper against her lips before sliding my tongue along hers once again.
"I'm yours," she says a second time, and it lights a fire inside of me that I know will burn uncontrollably for a lifetime to come.
I don't know how long we kiss, but it doesn't seem long enough before we both have to come up for air.
There are a million words on the tip of my tongue when I pull my face back and look down at her. She's the most perfect thing that has ever walked the earth, and I'd lay down my life a thousand and one times before I let any harm come to her. The ferocity raging inside of me to protect and give her everything so I can see that pretty smile of hers daily swirls through my body like a live wire, and the sensation of it makes me restless. eager to show her how much she means to me. I do my best to stay calm, shoving down that manic urge to scream her name and make sure everyone within earshot knows she's owned.
The insanity of it isn't lost on me either. I know part of me is crazy, but I guess this is what happens when you spend a life mostly alone until you find your soulmate, and I know without a doubt that's exactly what this is. She's the missing part of me I never thought to look for and thank whatever greater being exists that put her in my path. I’m a changed man because of her.
I pull the t-shirt I gave her over her head, revealing the slinky tank top she had on when I broke into her house last night. Neither my shirt nor the tank top she was wearing matched the flannel pajama pants she's wearing, but I've never been one to concern myself with such trivial things.
Her skin, the soft, creamy expanse of it, however, coordinates with everything I own, so I don't waste another second pulling the tank over her head and shoving the flannel pants down her legs until she's standing in front of me completely naked.
I'm obsessed with the way she stands there in front of me, not showing an ounce of shyness on display. She chews her bottom lip as if she's struggling not to make a move, and I sort of love the fight between doing what she wants to do and waiting to see what I have in mind for us tonight.
"What do you want?" I ask, doing my best to consider her needs rather than plowing over her and taking what I need instead.
She narrows her eyes as if she can sense the battle swarming inside of me.
"I certainly don't want you to treat me any differently than you did before."
Surely she doesn't mean it the way it sounds. Everything is different, and I'd never be able to help keep even this aspect of us from changing at least a little.
"I care about you."
"I know you do," she says quickly. "But I'm not a piece of fragile glass.
She runs her hand up my side until it's interrupted by the gauze covering my wound.
"And I don't want you to do anything that's going to keep you from healing."
Until she mentioned it, I'd already forgotten about the injury.
"Then how about this," I barter, pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it to the floor before reaching for my belt buckle.
"How about you slow down," she says with a wide grin, taking a step back so she can fully take me in. "Why don't you give me a little show?"
My hands freeze on my belt as I glare at her. "That's never going to happen."
Her laughter echoes all around us, and I just want to swim inside the happiness and live there for eternity.
"How about I lie back on that bed and you ride my cock until your legs get weak instead?"
"That sounds like a plan," she says stepping to the side so I don't knock her over while pulling off my jeans.
Her laughter reverberates again when I fall to the bed and pull her down on top of me. There's enough happiness inside this woman for the both of us, but although I don't have a wide grin on my face, I've never been more content in my entire life. It's almost enough to just forget about the evils in the world and try to exist in this bubble with just the two of us. I know that can't happen, but I don't imagine it'll hurt to take a few days for just the two of us. The doctor did order me to take it easy.