Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“Are you on any kind of birth control?” the nurse asks as another woman places the needle in my arm.
“No,” I tell her, absently noticing the way Sven’s body has gone tight next to mine.
“Are you on any medication?”
“No,” I repeat, watching the woman in front of me place a small cylinder on the end of the needle then let out a ragged breath as the tube fills with blood.
“Have you taken any drugs in the last twenty-four hours that your aware of?”
“No.”
“We should have the results for this test back in the next week. If the drug is still in your system, we will let you know what we find.”
“Thanks,” I tell her then watch her and the other woman leave the room. After putting on my sweater, Sven takes my hand and leads me out of the hospital to the SUV and helps me inside, making sure I’m buckled before going around the front to get behind the wheel. Once we’re halfway home, I look over at him, realizing he hasn’t spoken.
“Are you okay?” Lifting my hand to his lips, he kisses my fingers then says something against them I can’t make out as he drops our entwined hands to his thigh. “What was that?” I ask, studying his profile.
“We didn’t use protection.”
Blinking, I wonder if I heard him correctly then blink again as his fingers tighten around mine. “It sounded like you just said we didn’t use protection.”
“I did.”
“As in condoms?” I ask, and his face turns toward me as he pulls up to a stop sign. “Holy crap.”
“I assumed.”
“You assumed,” I repeat, because apparently that’s all I can do as I study him.
“Fuck.”
“Ditto,” I whisper back then blabber, “The chance of getting pregnant from having sex once is like almost nonexistent right? I mean, that kind of thing doesn’t happen like ev—”
“Four times.”
“What?” I breathe, looking over at him.
“It was four times, not once.” He clarifies.
“Four?”
“Four,” he repeats, turning onto our block.
And I don’t remember even one time. “Was it even good?” I ask without thinking.
“The best I’ve ever had,” he says immediately.
“I was a virgin,” I whisper, wondering how the heck I could possibly be the best he ever had when I had never done it before.
“I know, and it kills me that you don’t remember.”
“Well,” I mutter, having no clue what to say now.
“I guarantee you will remember the next time,” he says as he pulls into the driveway and shuts down the engine.
Oh wow, okay.
Without another word, he gets out, comes around to help me down, and then leads me inside and upstairs. Pulling his hand when we reach the top landing, his eyes come to me. “That’s my room,” I tell him with a nod of my head toward my door.
“You’re sleeping with me.”
“Um…”
“Sleep, Mags.”
“I…” I mutter trying to come up with something to say.
“Let’s go.” He tugs my hand. I follow him past my door and into his room then into his bathroom where he set’s up his toothbrush for me. Without a word I brush my teeth while watching him watch me in the mirror. When I finish I watch as he uses his toothbrush. When he’s done, he takes my hand again, letting it go when I’m standing at the side of the bed. I watch him kick off his shoes and pull his shirt off over his head. “Come here.” He takes a seat on the side of the bed then drags me to stand between his spread thighs.
“What are you doing?” I ask as he unbuttons my shorts and slides them down over my hips, letting them fall to the floor leaving me in a pair of cotton boy shorts.
“You need sleep,” he mutters, pulling my sweater off my shoulders, letting it join my shorts, and then he runs his hands up my back, under my tank, unhooking my bra.
“Sven,” I whisper to the top of his head.
“Just sleep, I promise, baby.” He kisses my stomach then reaches under the strap of my tank top to slide my bra straps down my arms. He pulls each of my hands out gently before coasting his up my stomach, under my tank, making my muscles tense as he grasp the front of my bra and pulls it out, dropping it to the ground.
Okay, that was hot…seriously hot, I think, as the space between my legs tingles.
Standing, he puts his fingers to the button of his jeans then pushes them down and kicks them to the side. My eyes automatically go to his waist then drop to his very aroused manhood.
Holy cow.
“Not tonight.”
Lifting my eyes to his, I swallow then squeak as he pulls me down with him into the bed and adjusts us until my head his pillowed against his chest. Tugging the blankets over us, he then reaches over, picks up the remote for the light, and hits the button, turning the room dark.