Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
I look at her and only now notice her red-rimmed eyes, swollen lips, and red nose. “Have you been crying?”
She shrugs without answering.
I take a step toward her. “Answer me. Have you been crying?”
She just purses her lips and stares at me.
“Chrissy, I’m not dating Lainey.”
She gasps, and I continue. “I’m not interested in her. She wanted to go with me to pick up the food, that was it. She’s new, and I was showing her the ropes.”
Finally, she responds. “Our family talks too much.”
I take another step toward her. “You should have asked me. If you thought something like that, which is insane by the way, you should have talked to me about it. I don’t know how to convince you of this, but I don’t want Lainey.”
Chrissy puts her hand to her chest. “I knew it would hurt, Gabe. I mean, I thought I knew how it would hurt, but I had no idea it would be this bad. And okay, maybe you don’t want her, but there will be some woman, some day, and then—”
I can’t take it another minute. The insecurity on her face is killing me. I take the last few steps and then cup her face in my hands. “You are the woman for me, Chrissy. I love you. I love you. You’re the woman I want.”
I lean in to kiss her, and when she kisses me back, it’s like a shock to my system. We need to talk, but I think we both need this. I pull my lips from hers, and in between kisses, I tell her, “We can’t go on like this.” Kiss. “You can’t avoid me.” I lick that soft spot on the side of her neck, and she moans. I whisper in her ear, “You talk to me if you’re upset.”
I pull back, and she whimpers. “Are you going to talk to me if you’re upset?”
She throws her arms around my neck. “If I tell you yes, will you do something for me?”
I lock my hands at her back and pull her flush against my body. She presses her hips against my erection, and I groan. “You know I will do anything for you.”
She releases her hands from my neck. “Prove it.”
She grabs my hand and pulls me down the hallway. We’re walking into her bedroom when I pull her to a stop. “Honey, we need to talk.”
“I don’t want to talk. I want to make love to you.”
Even though she didn’t say she loves me, hearing her say the “L” word has my heart beating wildly. “Take your clothes off.”
She lifts her chin up defiantly. “You take my clothes off.”
I don’t waste any time removing her clothes. When she’s naked, I lift her up in my arms and lie down on the bed with her. I lift her chin to look at me. “You are so beautiful, Chrissy. I could look at you like this all day, every day.”
Her smile practically lights up her face. “Oh yeah, well, I’m afraid that’s not possible.”
I frown. So help me if she tells me this is only for one night or some shit like that, I’m going to lose my mind. “Why not?”
She smirks. “Because eventually I’m going to have to go to work, and I don’t think my birthday suit would align with the hospital's dress code.”
I let my hand slide down and palm her breast, flicking my finger across her nipple. “Plus, I would have to cut out any man’s eyes that looked at you.”
Her smile gets bigger, and I tug on her nipple. “You like that, don’t you? You like that I’m jealous.”
She hisses out a breath. “I do because then I don’t feel so bad that I’m jealous of all your women.”
I trace my finger in circles around her nipple. “I don’t have any women… just you.”
She rolls her eyes. “You obviously don’t see all the women ogling you.”
I can’t stop the smile, and she smacks me on the chest. “You like that, do you? You like knowing that women ogle you?”
I push her to her back and then stand up. As I remove my clothes, she watches my every movement. “I don’t like that other women ogle me. I like it that you look at me. I like that you don’t like it that other women look at me.”
She goes up on her elbows to watch me, and I take down my pants and underwear in one swoop. My cock is hard, pointing right at her, and she’s practically salivating looking at me. “Turn over.”
“No.”
I’m not sure if I’m going to like this game she’s playing. “What do you mean no?”
She sits up. “I mean I want to touch you, Gabe. I didn’t get to last time, and I’ve thought about it ever since. I told myself if I ever had the chance, I’d—”