Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Freaking heck, I wish I could fulfill that role, be sassy and confident, and not imprisoned by self-doubt.
“What is it, Zoey?” he asks, his voice softening a little now… but only a little.
“I can’t let this go too far without you knowing something about me. Because I want this, Zack. I really do. I want it, but that doesn’t mean I can do it, you know? If I let this go too far, I’m scared I’ll freak at the last second, and you’ll be all excited and me wanting it won’t make any difference at all.”
“Explain,” he says firmly.
I look up into his eyes, reading sympathy past the lust, past the fierceness.
“I’m a virgin, Zack.”
Chapter Ten
Zack
I’m not sure what sound I make when I hear the word virgin. It’s somewhere between a groan and a cheer and a roar of release. It’s an animal noise, passed down through the generations from the days when men had to hunt for and protect their women, when men were the only thing capable of keeping their families safe.
It means she’s mine, fully mine in a way she couldn’t have been before. It means she belongs to me, totally and completely.
It means no other man has ever touched her is ever – fucking ever – going to touch her.
“Well?” she murmurs, her chest heaving and causing her breasts to shift alluringly. “Aren’t you going to say anything?”
I lean down and place my lips against hers again, but this time I manage to hold back some of the fire moving through me. I kiss her tenderly, if that’s even possible for a man like me, for a caged beast like me.
She moans as our mouths open and our tongues clash together, the tips flaring and colliding. I smooth the hair from her face, holding her cheeks in my hands once the kiss is over, staring firmly into her eyes.
“This makes me want you more.”
“What?” Her eyebrows shoot up. “I don’t understand. You know I’m saying I don’t think I can – you know – tonight, not right away? I need some time… to get ready, if that makes sense?”
My manhood pulses at her words, my helm grinding roughly against the fabric of my underwear. My seed tries to throw a mutiny, sending tension surging up and down my shaft, roaring at me to bend her over and spank her round ass until she’s lust-red, and then slide into her wet hole and let her worry about being ready later.
But somehow I beat back that savage part of me and offer a nod. “Yes, I understand. And I want to talk about it. But it’s damn difficult to focus when you’re sitting there like a meal just waiting to be eaten. I think I have to… yeah, fuck, this pains me, Zoey, this pains me a hell of a lot. But I’m going to have to let you get dressed.”
I turn away and pace to the other end of the room.
Her giggles fill the air musically. “You can’t look at me as I get dressed?”
“No,” I growl, chuckling despite the tension moving through me. “If I do, I won’t be able to stop myself from tearing off your clothes the second you put them on. Covering up a body like yours, a sweet perfect body, it’s a goddamn crime.”
She giggles again, the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. “Okay, I’ll try to be quick.”
I wasn’t joking when I told her I wouldn’t be able to stop myself. As I listen to her moving around the bedroom, picking up her clothes, my body roars out at me to spin and leap across the room, palm her perfect childbearing hips and slide my hands around to her perfect ass.
That’s it, the truth I can’t ignore anymore…
This woman was made to give me the family I never knew I wanted.
The fact that she’s a virgin is simply too perfect.
The fact that a random letter brought us together is the cherry on the goddamn pie.
I’ve never believed in fate, but with her, I just might.
“Zack.”
I turn to find her back in her waitress’s uniform, but this time she’s not wearing tights or a bra. She must have no idea how tantalizing she looks with her breasts shaped in the shirt, her pert nipples poking through the fabric, with her reddened thighs fully on display.
“Better?” she asks, with that shy-yet-sassy quirk of her lips, a just-Zoey expression that drives me crazy.
“I’ll survive,” I growl.
I’m not so sure of that, truthfully, but I guess if I make sure to look anywhere else but at her perfect body I might have a shot.
“So are you going to explain what you meant?” she murmurs. “How does my being a virgin make you want me more?”
I stalk across the room to her, glancing briefly at her paintings which are stacked against the wall. She really is insanely talented, her paintings evoking so much emotion that even a cold hearted bastard like me feels a tremor at them.