Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 47165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
“Right now, I wouldn’t wanna be anywhere or with anyone else,” I promise her. “Whoever I am.”
There’s a little silence while her eyes search mine, but I have to ask it eventually.
“Do you maybe have an aspirin or two?” I ask, moving my hand to the back of my head but knowing well enough not to touch it right now.
“Steve Carter?” she asks me right back, smiling, so I don’t feel like I even need an aspirin.
“I’ll get you some aspirin,” she says, moving across the small living area to what I assume must be the kitchen.
The tiny bathroom is obviously just a few feet away.
Damn. We gotta get you outta here girl. Let you feel a real house under your feet. Let you have choices for a better life.
She doesn’t move far, but it’s enough to give me a clearer view of what I know my own body wants.
Hers against mine. That ass. Those hips.
Me, balls deep inside her. No other way to put it.
“You okay with tap water?” she chimes, slotting some white shapes into a clean glass.
The edge on my hard-on intensifies.
“Anything you have for me is just fine,” I drawl, half-shaking my head as I watch her thick little body shifting under those winter clothes.
Begging to be free.
Needing to be in my hands instead of just on my mind.
“I feel silly, really,” I confess. Wanting her to be more at ease when I notice her hands tremble as she passes me the fizzing glass.
“Frightening you like that, I mean. Passing out,” I add, taking a gulp of the cloudy saccharin mixture but the real cure is her presence.
The sight of her. Knowing I have her full attention.
The sound of people in the hall suddenly makes my mood darken for a moment.
Like it’s her boyfriend or, even worse still… husband coming home.
But it’s nobody.
Just passing people in a hallway.
Damn. I need to get her outta here. But I also need to know.
“So. You have someone else? A partner or husband, I mean,” I hear myself saying. Sounding more than hurt at my own suggestion.
Holly’s face falls, and she flushes hard again before looking a little hurt herself.
Wrong question?
Seriously. A man like me, probably twice her age, has to ask that.
I only just learned my name, but with no ring on my finger and a deep knowing I’m alone in the world, I know I’m not taken.
These feelings I’m having. Wanting her so badly in a way that is more important than knowing who I am right now.
She’s a fucking eleven on the scale of one to ten hardness. And mine feels like it could crack a diamond right now.
I don’t want this feeling dashed by some other lucky bastard walking in on what I’m starting to feel is already mine.
“There’s nobody else,” she finally murmurs dryly, shooting me a questioning look.
My spreading smile isn’t designed to disappoint her, but it registers hard with me.
“Perfect.” I hear my own voice reply, sounding a little dry myself.
All the moisture in my throat is suddenly gone, matching the pounding heart in my ribs once I realize I might stand a chance here.
“Then I was right,” I add. “About us being a team.”
Not a question anymore.
More of an affirmation.
Her body signaling relief is all I need to see, making me want to do more than what I try next.
A girl like this and the day we’re both having?
Leaning over to kiss her feels like the most natural thing in the world for me, but she pulls back.
“I think we got off on the wrong foot,” I tell her after she shifts nervously after standing and moving away.
The space between our mouths almost sketched roughly as its left hanging in the air.
“It’s not that, it really isn’t,” she assures me, turning now, and I can see her wringing her hands in front of herself.
“I’ve just had the worst day. Not bumping into you, of course,” she adds with an urgent tone.
“Worst day?” I ask. Thinking only of her right now.
Whatever’s happened, I’ve already vowed to fix it for her. No matter what.
“My… my job…,” she stammers, trying not to cry. “My rent… everything… gone in one day!”
I feel my brow knit. My head suddenly aches all over again.
“Gone?” I ask her. Knowing I’ve lost something called my memory today but obviously not everything.
She turns to look away, but I won’t have it. I won’t see this look in her eyes for a second longer.
Gripping her by her wrist again, she spins around as I stand firm, towering over her.
Our bodies meet in a way that makes me feel every inch of her softness smashing against my hardness like waves against a rock.
“What are you saying?” I half growl. “Who or what made you lose everything?”
She tries to hold my intense gaze, which probably shifts as I swoon from my pain, but it’s nothing compared to seeing her upset like this so suddenly.