Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“Don’t.” He lifts his hand, cutting me off. “I don’t give a fuck what those lowlifes said.”
“Fair point,” I agree, because they are terrible people.
“You being a virgin changes nothing for me, angel. I need you to know that. You’re still the same girl to me.” I nod in understanding. “That said, you being a virgin is why I think the Shapovals want you back so badly. They can put a bid out on your virginity and sell you to whoever pays the most.”
That sounds like an easy enough fix. We only have to take away the thing they want.
“What if I’m not a virgin anymore?”
Chapter Eight
CURT
“Demi,” I groan, burying my face in my hands. “Sweet angel.”
Sighing, I look up at her innocent face and try not to lose control. She looks so sweet and earnest that it’s all I can do to keep my hands to myself.
“I’m just saying that if you took it from me, then you’d be saving me, right?”
“Please don’t talk about me taking your virginity.” I have to reach down and adjust my cock because it’s become painful.
“Sorry, I’ve never done anything before, so I’m not exactly experienced, but if you tell me what to do, I’ll try my best.”
“I’m dying.” I rub the heel of my hands against my eyes. “This can’t be happening.”
“Are you worried about hurting me?” she asks softly, and I shake my head.
“No, I would never hurt you.” I swallow hard at the soft smile she gives me.
“I know I’m small, but I’ve touched myself before and—”
“Enough!” I have to stand up and take a few steps back.
“Did I say something wrong?” She bites her bottom lip, and my knees nearly buckle at the sight of it.
“Not by a long shot,” I whisper and run a hand over my face. “Why am I sweating? Are you hot? I’m hot. Maybe I should open a window. I know it’s snowing now, but I don’t care.”
“Curt, are you okay?” I hear her say as I walk over to the French doors and fling them open, silently begging the freezing air to cool me down.
When the icy wind hits my face, it helps, but only a little. It’s not enough to get my cock under control, but I’m not sure that will ever be possible. After I take a few cleansing breaths, I close the doors and go back over to take a seat across from Demi.
“Angel, we’re going to stay here for a night or two until my brother and I figure things out. He’s got better security here than I do at my house, and we’re having a meeting tomorrow with some important people that can help us. I need to be here for that to take place.”
“Okay,” she says softly, and I want to hold her so badly.
“Will you hold me?” she asks, like she’s reading my mind.
I can’t speak, so I nod, and before I can get up and join her on the couch, she’s crawling into my lap. I have to close my eyes right when her bottom pushes against my aching cock and the need to rub against her is almost unbearable. She’s soft against me, and I have no choice but to wrap my arms around her so she doesn’t fall.
One hand goes around her back and rests on her hip while the other goes across her thighs and rests just below her ass. Her hand is against my chest, and I feel her fingertips at the collar of my shirt, right where a bit of skin is showing. She touches me there, and it feels like she’s burning me when she does it. She’s marked me all over my heart, why not on my skin too?
“Are you afraid?” I ask, then swallow the lump in my throat.
“Yes,” she answers softly. “But I feel less afraid when you hold me.”
“Then I’ll keep on holding you until the danger has passed.” I rest my cheek on the top of her head, and we sit like this for a long time. It’s comforting, and it goes a long way to make me feel better too.
“Will you hold me tonight too?”
Boone said that we could take the guest rooms on the other side of the house, but only one is furnished. He never got around to putting furniture in his house, but thankfully that one has a place for us to sleep.
“If that’s what you want.”
She looks up at me, and when our eyes meet, she’s so damn close I could lean forward and kiss her.
“I want you,” she says, and it nearly breaks me.
Leaning forward, I press my cheek against hers and absorb her softness. She’s warm and sweet and smells like vanilla cake. My mouth waters, and I have to shove my desire down once more.
We’ve been here so long the sun is beginning to set, and I hear someone come into the room. When I look up, I see Boone and Phoebe there, and she’s smiling brightly.