Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 47165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
I’ve always been shy about eating in front of other people, but we’re both stuffing our faces in a few minutes, talking and laughing like old friends and way better than any fancy restaurant.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Steve
They say we eat with our eyes and with Holly finally at my place and our dinner table, I’m getting a double helping with every bite as I watch her eat too.
As I watch her body move when she talks.
Watch her hair dance when she laughs.
The food’s excellent, but the company is even better. But already I’m thinking about dessert. And not the kind that’s served on a plate.
I can feel my jaw flexing on steak, my hands holding the cutlery. But my mind is already filled with the memory of her sweet mound on my lips instead.
Her large chest in my hands as I knead her stiff peaks closer to climax.
“Whatcha thinking?” she asks, probably noticing my caveman look and the fact I’ve been chewing the same mouthful for five minutes without taking my eyes off her.
I can only make a low sound in reply, making her flush red as I swallow hard. My eyes broadcast exactly what I’m thinking.
She politely dabs the oversized napkin on her lips, commenting she’s never eaten so well or so much in ages.
I can only feel my napkin under the table, like a circus tent as my arousal and true hunger grow by the second.
I’m done eating for now. And the silence that follows between us doesn’t last long.
Without a word, and only when I see her shifting in her seat, sensing just how fucking wet she is, I know it’s time.
Her eyes widen when they zoom in on my undeniable hardness when I stand, and her body sways as she murmurs my name – making me harder.
Hearing her say it over the table, our table.
Our first night in our place too.
Her first time ever.
Sure, I could have taken us someplace. Anywhere in the world, really, but something about home and the way she’s relaxed into everything so quickly makes this feel so right.
“I want you, Holly,” I growl, holding out my hand, waiting for her to tell me she’s really ready.
That this is what she really wants as much as I do.
I feel my fingers close over hers in a second, and she bites her lip, shivering a breath and only managing to give a short nod before she tries to stand but swoons instead. Straight into my waiting arms that scoop her up, already carrying her toward the spiral staircase.
Carrying her up to bed.
My body knows the way, so I can keep my eyes fixed on hers the whole way up. She’s still shivering by the time I reach our bedroom, but I know it’s not the cold anymore.
I can feel a tremor running through my insides.
Not nerves, but genuine excitement.
This is it.
The moment I’ve waited for for so long.
The perfect girl to join me in my perfect life.
“I still can’t believe it,” she whispers, almost clinging and not letting go as I set her down on the bed.
“Don’t believe what?” I ask. “That you’re the most beautiful, most perfect girl in the world, and I’ve finally found you?”
The odds are incredible, and I could say I don’t believe it either. But she’s here.
My angel.
My Christmas miracle and I intend to give her a gift we’ll both treasure forever, starting tonight.
“Just tell me you want only me. That you want all this,” I remind her, needing her to say it aloud.
Needing Holly to claim her place next to me as much as I’m about to claim her as my own.
“I want you more than anything,” she tells me honestly, opening her mouth to say more, but I finish for her.
“Kids, a house with a white picket fence… the whole nine yards,” I affirm, voicing my own dreams that I know match hers.
“A dozen kids if they all look like you,” she smiles, but I frown, shaking my head a little.
“I want each and every one of our babies to be as beautiful as you are.”
With that, I move over the top of her on the bed, my arms like tree trunks on either side of her body. Her hands climb up them, reaching my face as I move closer to hers and kiss her deeply.
With my body size compared to hers, I’m worried I’ll crush her if I lay all my weight on her. But her sweet little moans and her hands clawing at my back, pulling me all the way onto her, tell me it’s exactly what she wants.
She matches me with two of her own in each firm grab of her I manage. She’s upfront and outspoken out of the bedroom.
In the bedroom, I can see she’s taking to it like a duck to water in the same way.