Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Plus, over the past few weeks we’ve gotten closer. The weekends have become our time when we have fun together doing whatever activities sound good before heading to Adam’s bedroom for the night. The memory of the things he’s done to me so far makes my lower stomach clench with a need that I’ve become more familiar with lately.
After all, the alpha male has proven to be insatiable in that department, and the many different positions he’s maneuvered us into take my breath away. Every time we try something new, excitement burns in me and I’ve become a woman in full.
To be honest, I never expected to fall for someone like Adam. He’s a man who genuinely enjoys cuddling and talking about anything that comes to mind after we both exhaust our energy making love to each other. And there’s no doubt in my mind that I’m falling for him. It’s been difficult to stop myself from blurting out my feelings for him, especially during some of our more touching moments.
The connection that forms each time we sleep together makes me ache with the desire to tell him everything he means to me, and all he could mean to me if things continue how they are. But I always stop myself, nerves and uncertainty plaguing my mind because is this what he wants? He wanted access to my body, and he has it. But does he also want access to my heart?
Then again, we have only known one another for a few months now, although it feels like far longer. It would destroy me if the millionaire merely used me for a baby, and then threw me away.
Speaking of which … I’ve been feeling a little strange recently. There’s nothing more than a heavy ache in my breasts and a twinge down below, but sometimes I wonder if I’m pregnant. I should get a pregnancy test from the drugstore, but I’m nervous. What will I do if it tells me I’m expecting? What will I do if I’m not expecting?
A knock on the door brings me out of my reverie, and Adam’s voice easily carries through the wood.
“Kimmie, we need to be leaving soon to make our reservations. Are you almost ready?”
The nickname sends a flush of warmth through me that for once has nothing to do with embarrassment. I’ll never get tired of hearing him call me that or any other endearment for that matter. Dragging my attention back to the present, I respond loud enough for him to hear.
“Almost, I was just deciding on what to wear.”
A pause of silence comes before he speaks again, confusion coloring his words.
“I thought you were going to wear that red dress? It’s fine if you’ve changed your mind, but you look gorgeous in that dress, sweetheart.”
I giggle because Adam thinks I look beautiful in everything and anything, including dingy old sweats. I answer with a teasing lilt.
“Oh I’m still wearing that dress; it's deciding what to put on underneath it that’s giving me trouble.”
I wait with bated breath for his response and am not disappointed in the slightest.
“In that case, I assure you I’ll enjoy anything you put on. You’re gorgeous in anything you decide to wear or when you wear nothing at all. Although if you decide on the latter option for tonight’s entertainment, I won’t guarantee that we’ll actually make it to the surprise.”
Heat crawls up my neck at his compliment, the growly tone to his voice making me bite back a giggle. I’ll never get tired of how much he loves my body. Plenty of boys in the past have seen my generous curves as a turn-off, but Adam seems to love every single inch of me and I couldn’t be happier with that.
“Well then, there goes my plan for seducing you. I guess I’ll just have to wait until we get there to know what you have up your sleeve.”
I pull the dazzling red dress over my head. The lacy underwear isn’t visible through the fabric but I feel it slide against my skin with every move I make. It’s perfect and I can’t wait until Adam gets to see it later.
Opening the door, I cut off whatever he is about to say as his jaw hits the floor. Pride bursts in my chest as his eyes rake down my body, taking in every inch of my lush form. My breasts press against the soft fabric insistently, and my hips are generous.
“Like what you see, handsome?” I purr.
The wide smile that curls his lips is answer enough, but his words come out as a low growl, further proof of his approval.
“Always. Although now that I know how stunning you look in this outfit, I’m reluctant to bring you out in it. I’ll have to beat men off of you with a stick.”