Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
“Yeah, but Rosie and her four sisters don’t compare.”
Should I give him credit? We’ve been dating for about a month now and I cut him off after several minutes into a makeout session, like a teenager afraid of getting caught by her parents. He hasn’t complained too much, and never once pushed me. Actually, every time he begrudgingly moves off me, I feel deeper for him. I know this is the longest he’s gone without sex since only God knows when, yet he’s still here, still with me. He’s trying. He cares. He wants to make this work.
And so do I.
We’ve spent a lot of time together over the last few weeks, and I feel like I’m seeing the real Noah. There’s more to him than tattoos and motorcycles, but I’m still working to find out why he puts up that front.
He sighs. “I think sleeping together is a good way to see if we’re really compatible. People in relationships do fuck, you know.”
I roll my eyes and look back at the menu. Do I want bacon on my hamburger? What the fuck? Why am I even asking myself that? Of course I want bacon. Maybe extra bacon. Yes, definitely extra bacon.
“Sex complicates things.”
Noah lets out a deep laugh. “I think we’re past that.”
“Shut up,” I say with a smile, shaking my head. I don’t want to tell him that I’m scared sleeping with him will mess with my head. I’ve seen him naked and know he’s a man I can easily get physically addicted to. I want my heart and soul to be addicted to him too.
I think they’re getting close.
“You are a prude,” he says with a hint of a smile. He’s teasing but also means it.
“Is that the way you’re going to talk to the mother of your unborn child?”
He twitches and exhales. “You’re making me.”
“Oh yeah, forcing you.”
“I wouldn’t have to ask if you put out.”
“I’m not that type of girl.”
He laughs. “Says the mother of my unborn child.”
“You’re insulting yourself by insulting me.”
“Dammit, you’re right.” He picks up his Coke and takes a drink. “Though I don’t really care. I am that type of guy. Was that type of guy. I’ve been good. I think I deserve a reward, like maybe let me touch your butt.”
I laugh, finding it harder to resist him. There is something so sexy about a man who can make you laugh. And Noah does, pretty much every time we are together. I like being with him. A lot. A whole fucking lot.
“Do you want to spend the night at my place?” he asks. “And I don’t expect anything,” he adds. “I just want to be with you. I like having you next to me at night even if all your fun parts are off-limits.”
“I do want to.” I have yet to stay overnight at his apartment, actually. “But it’s hard to leave the dogs overnight.”
“Bring them with,” he says.
“Can you even have dogs at your apartment? I don’t want to get yelled at.”
“I honestly don’t know and don’t care. If someone gets their panties in a wad about it, they can deal with me. No one is going to fuck with you, I promise.”
Yeah, that makes me smile. And realize that if we really do have a girl, she’s going to have one overprotective daddy.
We stop at my house after dinner. Noah plays with the dogs while I pack a bag. I grab my go-to Harry Potter PJs, and hesitate, Noah’s words echoing in my head. I want to look good for him. I might not sleep with him tonight, but my hand is gravitating to the back of my drawer, and I’m pulling out a rarely worn black silk and lace nightie. It has delicate thin straps and lace around the hems. It ends just below my ass cheeks. If I wear this, along with matching black lace undies of course, it’s because I want Noah to see me in it, which really means I want him to see me out of it.
And I must, because I shaved and shit.
I was a little afraid all the hair would clog the drain in the shower, but hey, if there is even a slight possibility of getting some, I don’t want to look like a wooly mammoth.
It has been several weeks of dating . And Noah is looking very fine tonight in distressed jeans, and a white T-shirt under his black leather jacket. Plus he smells good, and what the hell, I’m already pregnant.
Shut up, vagina.
You shall not rule here. Brain, quick, take over before I’m throwing myself at Noah in the living room. I grumble at myself and throw the sexy nighttime clothing in my bag anyway. I can decide what to do later.
Noah grabs my bag. “Ready?”
“Yeah. Just need the dogs.” We each take one, loading them into the car. I’ve only been to Noah’s a few times, since I’m a homebody and have dogs to take care of. Pulling into the parking lot tonight impresses me just as much as the first time. It’s three stories, dark red brick, and upscale. I’m starting to think I’ve been wrong about Noah for a long time. Though I can’t help but see the rough-and-tough bad boy when I look into his eyes. Only now he’s grown up a bit, and apparently has money.