Total pages in book: 9
Estimated words: 7554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 38(@200wpm)___ 30(@250wpm)___ 25(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 7554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 38(@200wpm)___ 30(@250wpm)___ 25(@300wpm)
“Nothing, today has just been the best day ever,” I whisper back. He stands from the couch and turns to me.
“It’s not over yet Kitten, you ready to go home?” Ian asks, holding out his hand for me to take. I look up into his eyes and I just know that he is asking me for so much more than to just go back to his place.
Is he really going to give me everything that I have been dreaming about since I was sixteen and first laid eyes on him?
Chapter 3
Ian
My words are still hanging in the air when she immediately takes my hand. Knowing what’s about to finally fucking happen between us makes me hard as a rock. Just the thought of finally sinking into her is almost more than I can bear. We make our goodbyes rather quickly and then we are in my car. My house isn’t too far from Nick’s. It’s in the same neighborhood, but a few blocks over. When we pull up, she turns to me.
“You live here? Like actually here in New York?” The look on her face is incredulous.
“Well, yeah. Where did you think I was taking you?”
“A hotel or something.”
“You are way too good for a hotel, Deanna.”
“You never came around unless you had to. I just assumed you lived out of state.”
“I had to stay away. I don’t know what I would have done had I not.”
“I understand,” she says but I can tell she really doesn’t.
“Come inside, we can talk more there. It’s freezing out here,” I tell her. She gives me one of her radiant smiles and we climb out of the car. After unlocking the front door, and entering the alarm code, I turn to her and sweep her up into my arms, bridal style and carry her inside. She giggles.
“Why did you do that?” she asks when I set her down.
“Practicing for the future,” I tell her, letting her know just where this is headed.
“Oh,” she says, her mouth in a perfectly round O shape. I can’t help it. I lean down to take her lips with mine. She moans and I deepen the kiss. My hands tangle in her hair, her hands are around my waist, her fingers tug at my coat, reminding me that we are barely inside the door. Reluctantly, I pull away from her, and help her take her coat off. I shed mine as well. She kicks off her snow boots and moves to the couch, making herself at home. I grin, loving it.
“Can I get you a drink?” I ask after taking my own boots off.
“Um, some coffee would be great,” she says. “I’m freezing.”
“Coming right up,” I tell her, getting the Keurig going as well as bumping the heat up on the thermostat. “How do you take it?” I ask from the kitchen.
“Light and sweet,” she answers. I finish the coffees and bring them into the living room. Placing them on the coffee table, I sit next to her on the couch. My weight causes the cushion to sink and her to scoot into my side, right where she belongs. She doesn’t say anything as she reaches for her coffee, but she does smile shyly at me.
“We should talk,” I say quickly sipping my coffee and then setting it back down.
“Oh my God, are you breaking up with me already?” she says looking over at me in mock-horror.
“Fuck no. You should know that will never fucking happen,” I say, rubbing the knuckles of my left hand on her cheek.
“What a relief,” she says laughing, but leaning into my touch.
“I stayed away from you because I couldn’t trust myself and there was no way I could love and protect you the way you deserve if I was in prison,” I begin. “Even though I couldn’t have you, I don’t want you thinking I was out there fucking women left and right. As soon as I saw you in the courtroom, I knew no other woman would do for me. I have been more than obsessed with you,” I admit. It’s true, but it’s so much more than obsession but I don’t want to say too much too soon.
“I had been so worried it was one-sided, but then you kissed me and I…” she begins and I cut her off with a kiss.
This is it for both of us, I know it.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” I say between kisses.
“Make me yours, Ian,” she moans.
“You already are mine, Deanna. But I will claim you,” I tell her as I lean her back on the couch and begin to open her jeans. I pull them down her legs before tossing them across the room. I peel her snowman socks off her feet and toss them too. Her little toenails are tipped in red glitter nail polish and they are just about the cutest fucking things I have ever seen. I try to remove her sweater, but it’s too tight.