Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
He smiles bashfully. "Well… I'm a one-woman kind of man."
What does that mean? "You don't have a girlfriend or someone you see?"
"No. Not since…." His voice trails off.
"Not since your wife?" I frown.
"No."
I stare at him and blink in disbelief. "I didn’t think men like you existed."
"We do."
The air crackles between us as we stare at each other.
"I should get you to bed." He murmurs.
"You should," I whisper.
He stands and picks me up and I put my arm around his neck. We walk into his bedroom and he places me down to sit on the bed. He pulls the covers back and I notice a photograph of a woman on the side table. "Is that your wife?" I ask. I pick it up.
"That’s Tara."
She has blonde hair and is laughing, she seems kind. "She's beautiful." I smile.
"She is… was."
He opens the bottom drawer and puts her photograph in it. "About time I put that away," he mutters to himself.
"Don’t do that," I say as I open the drawer and pull her picture back out. I put it back on the side table. "She should always be next to you when you sleep, and when you meet your new love, she will want to sleep next to her as well… because she's a part of you."
He stares at me as his jaw clenches.
A closeness runs between us and I reach up and run my hand down the stubble on his jaw.
His forehead creases and he stands in a rush and turns his back to me. "Do you need anything else?"
"No."
He drops his head and stares at the floor as if contemplating a decision. "I'll see you in the morning."
I close my eyes, shit… I crossed the line. "Okay, goodnight."
He walks toward the door.
"Jack."
He turns back.
I give him a soft smile. "Thank you."
He nods and leaves. The door clicks closed. I turn the lamp off, flop back to lie on my back and stare at the ceiling. I wasn’t joking, he really is one of a kind.
I wake to the sound of rain, hard on the roof and I lie and listen to it for a while. I need to go to the bathroom. It's just getting light and I can see the glow of white through the crack in the curtains as the sun gets closer to rising. I climb out of bed and wince while I do so because my ankle is still sore.
I hobble over to the door and peer out. Jack is asleep on the couch. I tip toe past him and make my way out to the bathroom.
After finishing, I wash my hands and open the bathroom door to see Jack standing there waiting for me. "You alright?" he asks.
I nod with a smile. "I'm fine."
He bends and picks me up like a bride once again.
He holds me close and his eyes drop to my lips; my heart stops.
Is he going to kiss me?
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Holly
His lips softly take mine as he kisses me. It's a soft kiss, with an undertone of suction. My arms are around his neck as he holds me in the air. It's as if I am light as a feather. We kiss again and again and oh… this man is such a different species of male to what I've ever known before. He's not flashy or trying to woo me with smoothness. He just is as he is, and it's so refreshingly honest.
Real.
His lips take mine again and this time with hunger. I can feel the arousal as it takes over his body. With every thrash of his tongue, his grip tightens around my body. Seven years is a long time for a person to go without physical touch and I want to give it to him. I want to be the first person that he…
He carries me down the hall and places me carefully on the ground in the kitchen. His eyes hold mine and it's as if he's assessing the situation, thinking carefully about his next move or sentence. Wondering if I'm going to run… or if he should.
I pause as I try to get the wording right. "I like you, Jack."
His arms snake around me once more and he pulls my hips to his and I feel his large erection as it presses against me. "I like you, too."
My stomach flutters… fuck, he's big.
He kisses me and this time with purpose. This isn’t a promise of a grand love affair. We both know that’s impossible, or rather, it’s a decision. A conscious decision to get to know each other physically. And I'm okay with that, and by the feeling of his hard body up against mine, I'm pretty sure that he is, too.
Our kiss turns frantic and he lifts me up to sit on the kitchen counter. The sound of the rain on the roof hammering above is adding to the dramatic feeling between us. His hand snakes up my leg as he wraps it around his hips. His open mouth drops to my neck as he kisses me hungrily, his teeth grazing my skin.