Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 28245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
He was about to kiss you! What are you doing?!
It was just all happening so fast. Twenty-two years on this planet without a kiss from a guy and then I’m willing to give up everything to a man I just met? It was unnerving. The intensity of my emotions scared me and I had to get out of there.
“You’re such a baby,” I whisper to myself as I look around for a bottle. There’s a bottle in the bottom drawer of the desk, but no glasses.
I take it with the opener and leave thirty bucks in its place.
Maybe this will give me the courage to kiss that gorgeous man.
I take a deep breath and head back into the room to meet my man.
To meet my destiny…
Chapter Six
Cain
I run a hand through my hair as I try to get a grip on myself. My heart is thundering away in my chest, I’m breathing fast, and my cock is as hard as steel.
The tantalizing smell of my mate is still perfuming the air, making me crazy.
My grizzly bear is grumbling inside, urging me to go to her, urging me to claim her. He wants our mark on her neck so that every man who crosses her path will know that she belongs to us. I want that too, but she’s like a skittish baby deer—move too fast and she’ll bolt.
“You fucking asshole,” I curse under my breath for frightening her. I’m going too fast, but it’s hard to control myself with her looking so good.
I’m thirty-two years old and I’ve never been with a woman. Not even a kiss. I’ve been waiting for my mate and now that she’s here, it’s hard to wait another second.
But I’ll have to. I’ll have to be strong.
It’s torturous not being able to touch her, but being in her presence is still heavenly. There’s still so much to discover beyond the physical. I want to know everything about her. I want to know how she thinks, what she likes, what she hates, her values, her goals, her fears. I want to know it all.
She walks back into the room holding a bottle of wine and an opener. “No glasses,” she says with an apologetic look.
My heart feels like it’s being squeezed in my chest as I look at her. She’s adorable. I never would have thought to hope for someone like her, but now that she’s here, I can tell she’s perfect for me.
She’s so cute with the way her cheeks keep blushing. I can tell she’s a good girl. A good girl waiting for the right guy to bring out the nasty in her.
She has the most beautiful silky golden hair. I can imagine sinking my hands into it as I thrust into her soaking wet pussy. I can’t wait to hear the sexy noises coming out of her mouth as I plunge deep into her.
Big round glasses are perched on her adorable nose. Her alert hazel eyes are constantly watching me from behind the lenses. She’s dressed up for her grandfather’s party, wearing black pants that stop above her ankles, sexy black heels that show off her toes, and a white sleeveless blouse that plunges down her chest, showing just the tip of her cleavage. My mate has nice round breasts and I have to constantly remind myself not to stare at them in awe.
I’m finding it harder and harder to keep my eyes in check. They keep wandering down to her wide hips, to her round chest, to her tempting ass—to all the places my tingling hands are itching to explore.
She struggles with the wine opener, so I reach out to help. “May I?”
“Thanks,” she says, laughing shyly as she hands it over.
I pop open the bottle and offer her the first sip.
“My grandmother would freak out if she saw me doing this,” she says as she looks at the bottle. “She’d say, ‘that’s not very ladylike, Mindy.’”
“I won’t judge,” I say with a grin. “You could be bonging a beer upside down and I’d still think you’re the classiest woman I’ve ever met.”
She giggles and then takes a sip.
This time, when she hands me the bottle, I make sure to brush my fingers against hers. I glance at the lucky piece of glass that had her lips wrapped around it. I put my lips on the same place and taste her before drinking the red wine.
“Mmmmm, that’s good,” I say as I swallow it down.
“It’s a Syrah.”
I wasn’t talking about the wine, but I don’t tell her that. I don’t want my scared little fawn to sprint away again.
“Tell me about yourself, Mindy,” I say as I watch her with interest.
She shuffles nervously. “What do you want to know?”
“Everything.”
She laughs. I don’t.
“Do you work? Go to school?”
“Both,” she says. “I work at an ice cream parlor in the summer—“