Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
“By the time Caleb was old enough to understand, the attacks had stopped.”
“How is it that not one single person suspected a thing? Your mum must have known something was wrong. It’s not like you’re a ray of sunshine,” I snap, but I’m not angry at him. I’m angry at the situation.
He snorts. “Thanks, I find you pleasant too.”
“You know what I mean,” I mumble, feeling ashamed at my tactless outburst. “I’m sorry, I’m just… it makes me so angry knowing you’ve been through that alone.”
Almost chocolate brown eyes shimmer with a look I’ve never seen from him before. It holds so much love and possibly hope. “I have you now… right?”
This time when I press my lips to his jaw, I don’t miss. “Yes.”
His hand runs through my hair as I tip my head back to look at him. Giving me a soft smile, he says, “That’s enough story time for today.”
“Okay,” I agree, not wanting to push him, especially so soon after promising him I wouldn’t. “So, this is my surprise?”
He licks his lower lip and shrugs. “Half of it. I promised you you’d know all of my secrets.” He grins and pats the cushions around him. “This is my biggest secret of all.”
“The one that nobody knows but you.”
“And now you.”
“So.” I move so I’m on my knees facing him. Bouncing excitedly I demand, “What’s my other surprise?”
“Patience.”
“I have none.”
His smile is blinding. I was worried for a moment that our deep conversation would spoil his mood. It hasn’t; nor has it affected mine. I’m sad about it, obviously, but I’m more grateful that he’s trusting me with this. “One of the many things I love about you.”
“You can list the rest, I won’t mind listening to them,” I jest, moving my aching legs from beneath me and sitting cross legged instead.
This new position gives Nathan the perfect opportunity to grab my legs by the ankles and pull them over his thighs. His strong hands grab my hips and a gasp escapes me when he pulls me towards him. My dress stays behind, pulling far up my thighs. Any further and my knickers will be on show.
Nathan notices and instantly his eyes heat.
“I think you have the best legs I’ve ever seen,” he states, his hands resting on my bent knees. Thumbs touch the inside of my thighs as his fingers splay across the top and outside. He pushes forward slowly, his leather gloves making tingles shoot straight down to my core.
God, that feels good.
We both watch what he’s doing, both mesmerised by the feeling.
My skin breaks out in tiny little goose bumps as he gets higher and higher, the tips of his fingers now only two inches away from the most sensitive area on my body; not just my core but the area around it, especially where my legs meet.
When his fingertips lightly touch there, sliding my dress up further and exposing me to his view, a shuddering moan escapes me. He pulls away in an instant, his hands roaming up my sides before cupping my cheeks and tilting my head back.
He smiles. “This is part of the surprise.”
“Huh?” My brain can’t register anything right now. Please leave a message.
“Perfect silence while we finally have that first kiss we’ve nearly had too many times to count, but never succeeded in getting.”
Gulp.
“It’s probably not the prettiest place, but it’s different. Memorable.”
Now I see what he’s trying to do. He’s competing with his brother in a weird backwards way.
I look at him, wanting him to just kiss me but needing to reassure him first. “If it had been in the car in the driveway, or at the house, it still would have been memorable.” But I have to admit, I like this a lot.
He doesn’t respond. Instead he moves forward and grips my neck with one hand while the other moves to my hip. I wet my lips in preparation, my body humming with excitement.
The first thing I feel, that sends sharp spasms of pleasure down my spine, is his breath fanning over my lips. My eyes want to close but I refuse to let them, mostly because his eyes are locked on mine and I swear, his pupils get larger and larger the closer he comes.
Pulling me in tighter, my knees against his ribs, my chest against his, he lets out a sharp breath when my groin connects with him. I barely stifle a moan.
A gentle hand brushes my fringe from my eyes and tucks my hair behind my ear. His face dips and his nose slides across mine. Soft lips barely brush my own before finally descending.
I melt into him, my body sagging as his hand holds my head to his. He takes a deep breath through parted lips and then moves them against mine. His brow furrows and a guttural groan escapes him. I feel it vibrate through his chest and notice that it sounds desperate, painful even.