Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27053 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27053 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
His words rocked me. They felt right and good and exactly how I felt.
“What are you doing?” I wheezed out when he took his shirt off, revealing all that male, hard perfection. My body was ready for what only Carter could give me.
“Come here,” he demanded. I was in his arms a second later, his big, heavy hand on the small of my back as he buried his face in the crook of my neck and inhaled deeply.
“What are you doing?” I asked again, softer this time as I melted against him, as the scent and feel of him made me soft in all the right places.
“I can see you’re on edge. I can see you’re confused and upset.” He pulled back and stroked his thumb over my cheek. “I think my girl needs Daddy to work her over and ease some of that, isn’t that right?”
My breath stalled, my heart raced, and I nodded. God, that's what I needed. Just to feel him, to have his scent surround me… to have him call me his good girl.
“Take me to bed,” I said low, needy, and could see in his eyes, Carter needed just as much as I did.
I was pressed against Carter, every part of me completely spent. That tightness in my shoulders had eased, my body was perfectly sore, and I was draped over my man like I was his blanket.
Perfection. That’s what this felt like.
Carter kept me close, and I closed my eyes and just absorbed the feeling of being here next to him, of finally giving in to what I’d wanted.
It was crazy to think that I felt this strongly for him in such a short amount of time. And what I felt for Carter went beyond all reason and rationality, but still, it felt right.
With my hand splayed across his hard, defined abdomen, my fingers played along the ridges of his six-pack. The atmosphere that surrounded us was content and relaxed.
I sighed in pure, unadulterated bliss when Carter ran the pads of his fingers along the length of my spine.
“You’re not too sore?”
I smiled at his question and hummed low. “In the best way.”
“You’re quiet,” he breathed.
“It’s the good kind of quiet. It’s the kind where you wore me out.”
He didn’t respond, but he did kiss the crown of my head and pull me against him tighter.
“You’ve wrapped yourself around me, Mina. You’re so sweet and mine.”
I felt my pulse jackknife in my chest, my ear right over his heart as I listened to the steady rhythm of his heart beating.
“I found my future with you, Mina.” He kissed my head again. “I can’t let you go. I refuse to.”
I tipped my head back, our gazes locking.
“I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you, Mina. I’m so sure that if you weren’t in my life, it would be like someone tore out my heart.” He cupped my cheek, and my breath caught. “It’s fast. But, fuck, it’s real.”
He stroked his thumb over my cheek.
How was it possible for one person to look at me and make me feel like I was their entire life right in front of them?
“I love you, too,” I whispered and gasped when he groaned and slammed his mouth down on mine.
And when he held on to me, I knew he’d never let me go.
Chapter
Thirteen
CARTER
I’d asked her to dinner before we’d even left her father’s house four days ago. I’d been too greedy to make plans with Mina, to ensure her schedule was set with plans on seeing me.
I hadn’t planned or expected for her to show up on my doorstep before that. But it had been the best fucking surprise, and one I knew I’d always be greedy for.
I’d invited her to my place, intent on fucking her tonight and also knowing I wouldn’t have had the patience to wait until we left the restaurant and got back to my place.
I wanted easy access to my girl.
And she was mine.
I sat across from her, seeing the pulse at the base of her neck beat wildly. She was nervous, and damn, that turned me on.
“Just staring at you makes my cock harder than steel.” I watched as my words hit her.
Her lips parted. She darted her eyes up to me, and I watched her pupils dilate. Even my words aroused her.
When I picked her up tonight, I’d just stood there and stared at her from the doorway, taking in my fill of how fucking gorgeous she was. I’d never been enamored by a woman like I was with Mina.
I’d realized that I wanted Mina as mine.
Her long, blond hair was worn loose, the waves soft, the light from the chandelier touching the golden locks so it looked like spun gold. Fucking hell, I thought, and ran a hand over my face. I was spouting poetry now because of this woman.