Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17473 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17473 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
Her eyes light up as if she forgot that today is Christmas. I pull her in for a hug and hold her against me. She sighs against my chest, and this right here, the feeling of having her in my arms, is why I know we’re meant to be. I thought about it last night, and even though we just met, I can’t just let this feeling go because we’ve only known each other a short time. I won’t do it.
“You want to shower, and I’ll have breakfast ready soon.”
She nods against my chest, and I go back to cooking. When she comes back as I’m setting the food on the table, she’s in another one of my T-shirts with a pair of jogging pants. “I hope it’s okay that I raided your closet.”
I swallow hard. “Yes, it’s more than fine. I like seeing my clothes on you.”
We sit down, and I put bacon, eggs, and biscuits on her plate. “This is a feast.”
“I hope you like it.”
We eat mostly in silence, but it’s not uncomfortable. Except for the part where I keep staring at her.
She wipes at her mouth and smiles. “What? Do I have something on me?”
I shake my head and laugh. “No. I just like looking at you.”
She bites her lip, but before I can reach out to stop her, she asks, “So what are we going to do today? It is Christmas, after all.”
“Did you look outside?” I ask her.
She nods. “Yep, so I guess whatever we do, it will have to be inside.”
My temperature rises just thinking about being with her inside all day. I don’t know how I’m going to keep my hands to myself. “Yep. We can play some board games... read, watch television... whatever you want to do. I’m just glad you’re here.”
She sets her fork down and blows out a breath. “Okay, well, I was thinking that it’s Christmas and I, uh, realized in the middle of the night what I want.”
I set the fork down and lean forward on my elbows. Her face is red, and she’s biting her lip again. She’s embarrassed and nervous. I didn’t even think about getting her anything, but if it’s at all possible, I’ll give her whatever she wants. “What do you want?”
I hold my breath, hoping that it’s something that I’m going to have around the house. Surely, I can think of something.
“Don’t look at me.”
I startle. “What?”
She rolls her eyes and turns in her chair, facing the wall. “I thought about this all night and told myself I was just going to come out here and say it, but I’ve put it off through breakfast, and now I’m just going to say it.”
She’s still not looking at me. I touch her arm and feel the same magnetic pull I felt last night. “Whatever you want, I’ll do whatever possible to make it happen for you.”
I can feel hope flaring in my chest, but I refuse to believe it. I’m not going to let myself hope until I hear the words from her mouth.
She takes a deep breath, and I wait patiently. “I want... well, last night, you were right. I wanted you. For the first time, I wondered if I really am frigid or not.”
“You’re not,” I tell her. I know she’s not. She’s way too responsive to be frigid.
She shrugs. “But you don’t understand. My whole adult life says otherwise.” She blows out a breath and turns to face me. Her cheeks are flaming red, but once her eyes land on mine, she says it. “I want to have sex with you. I mean, I want to try.”
Thank God I don’t have any food in my mouth because I know I’d be choking right now. I don’t question her. I jump up from my seat, my cock already hard, and say, “Okay.”
I reach for her and pull her up. She’s laughing, but she goes into my arms anyway. “Wait, wait. It’s going to be like an experiment. You seem to think that I’m capable...”
“Yes, honey. I have no doubt I can give you an orgasm.”
She shakes her head. “No, that’s not what this is about. I don’t want to put that kind of pressure on you. I just want to have sex and...” She scrunches up her nose. “I don’t want it to be awful.”
I lean over and put one arm under her legs and one behind her back and pick her up. Her arms go around my neck, and she’s struggling. “No, Levi. You’re going to break your back.”
I walk out of the kitchen, down the hall, and to the bedroom. “You’re light. Quit fighting me.”
She calms in my arms, and when I get next to the bed, I set her feet down on the floor. She’s tugging on the hem of her shirt. “Wait, I didn’t mean right now... we can wait and maybe work up to it.”