Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 100953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 505(@200wpm)___ 404(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 505(@200wpm)___ 404(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
“I think you took pretty good care of me last night,” I tease, leaning back to rest against the headboard. My breasts are bared to him and I don’t have a care in the world. My shyness when it comes to Kane completely dissolved last night. How could it not when his mouth has left no inch of my skin untouched?
He licks his lips as his eyes roam over my breasts as if he’s never seen them before. “You’re very distracting,” he tells me, coming to stand beside the bed.
“Are you complaining?” I raise an eyebrow because I like teasing him for some reason.
“I’d never complain about you,” he says, making me laugh. “I just need to make sure you don’t distract me from taking care of you. I’m going to feed you now. I’m sure the housekeeper can make something.”
He holds his hand out to me, and I lean forward, taking it. He pulls me from the bed and I wrap myself around his big body.
“We have to get you dressed first. I’m the only one who sees you like this.”
“I’m sure my clothes are around here somewhere.” He places me on my feet and goes over to his closet. He comes back with a shirt and slides it over my head. It falls past my knees. “Or this will work,” I say, holding back a laugh.
He picks me up and makes me squeal as he holds me in his arms and walks out of the bedroom.
“Don’t spoil me too much or I’ll make you carry me everywhere,” I joke.
“I can do that.” And I have a feeling he's serious. I giggle against his neck.
When we enter the kitchen he sets me down on the kitchen counter. I look around the room. Of course it’s like the rest of the house—it’s amazing.
“This place is really something,” I tell him as he places a few kisses on my face before going over to the refrigerator.
“I’m glad you like it,” he says, pulling about seven containers out of the refrigerator.
“I’m know I’m a little chubby, but I cannot eat that much.” He pauses, looking over at me. His hungry eyes roam over my body.
“I enjoy how soft you are,” he finally responds.
“I hope so, because since I left the foster system I eat everything I can get my hands on. Now that I get to pick what I want to eat.” He stops what he’s doing to come back over to me.
“You were in the foster system?” He looks almost pained at the idea.
“Well, we haven't had a lot of opportunity for talking,” I say and feel myself blush. “But I’m sure with more time you’ll find out everything about me,” I hedge. I want him to confirm there will be more time for the two of us. I don’t like the idea of being away from him.
“We have all the time in the world,” he confirms and kisses me. “I wish I had known. I would have found you and brought you here sooner.”
“That’s sweet, Kane, but I made it out okay. Better than most.”
“You’re strong inside, you’re a fighter. I can feel it.” His big hand rests over my heart. I place my hand over his and he kisses me again. This time it’s deeper. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him closer. The thought of food is long gone.
“Oh my!” Kane jerks back, taking me with him and putting me behind his body.
“Mora,” he says, sounding surprised.
Who the heck is Mora? A spark of jealousy snaps inside of me. I try to look around Kane, but he turns quickly to look down at me as if he can sense my mood.
“I’m only yours. Mora is the housekeeper,” he rushes to tell me. He cups my cheek and rubs his thumb back and forth, like he’s trying to soothe me.
“Kane, introduce me to this sweet girl,” I hear the woman say. He pulls me to his side, and I see the much older woman standing there. Her face lights up with a smile. “Oh, she’s so pretty.”
She rushes over to me, and Kane reluctantly lets me go so Mora can give me a hug.
“You never bring anyone around and there is a girl here that you are kissing now!” She sounds so excited about this I can’t help but laugh a little. I enjoy way too much that Kane doesn’t bring other women around.
“I’ll make you something to eat. Kane is terrible in the kitchen.” She shakes her head.
“I can take care of her,” Kane huffs, sounding offended.
“I’m not the best cook either,” I admit.
“Well, you have me now. Kane hardly eats, and I love to cook.” She goes back to where Kane was making me a plate of food. I glance over at him, and he pulls me back to his side in a possessive hold. I wonder how someone as big as him never eats. I’m not buying it.