Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
It was hard not to text him to ask when he would be home. He said it didn’t bother him, but I didn’t want to start bothering him. We felt closer now, our attachment deeper than the flesh, and the last thing I wanted to do was make another mistake like I had when I’d invited myself to his bed. What we had felt special, and I would die if I lost it.
My phone lit up on the nightstand, his name on the screen.
I grabbed it and read the message.
On my way home, sweetheart.
His message was just five words, but I read it multiple times like it was so much more. I’d had to restrain myself from texting him, but in the end, he gave me what I wanted anyway. Before I could think clearly, I texted back. Can’t wait to see you.
His three dots didn’t pop up.
My mind and heart soared in the clouds. As if I hadn’t seen him last night or the night before, I was excited. Excited like it was our first date. The first time we would sleep together. He made me so nervous…his stare, his presence, his natural intimidation…and I’d become addicted to it.
I got out of bed and opened the drawer of my dresser until I found the stuff I’d picked out with Scarlett. Lacy black lingerie that she insisted every man loved. I hesitated as I felt the satin in my fingertips, unsure if I could pull it off the way his favorite whores probably did. But then I ignored all the doubt and insecurity and put it on. I didn’t know how close he was to home, so when I went into the bathroom, I brushed my hair and added some mascara to make my lashes look thicker. Then I got back into bed, my heart racing, and waited.
Ten minutes later, the door opened, and a mountain of shadow entered the room. He was just in his boxers as he approached the bed, his skin and muscle his armor, his ink his scars. He pulled back the sheets to get into bed beside me, but he hesitated when he spotted me in my crotchless bodysuit, my tits pushed up so high they looked several cup sizes bigger. He continued his stare, his hungry eyes roaming over my body like he’d never seen it before.
Guess Scarlett was right.
His knees sank into the mattress when he moved onto the sheets. His body came over mine, and he immediately adjusted me underneath him, folding me, bending my knees, getting me into the position he wanted to fuck me in. Didn’t even kiss me. Just got straight to the point, and I liked that.
He knew the lingerie was crotchless without checking, and he slicked his head before he pushed himself inside me, forcing himself without any gentlemanly patience. He just took what he wanted like I didn’t matter, and I also liked that.
When I felt him plow into me, I released a gasp, my nails sinking deep into his flesh, his muscles hard as rocks. It had been just a moment ago when he’d laid eyes on me, and within the snap of a finger, he was at full mast and hard as steel…for me.
He could have anyone else, but he wanted me.
It was the kind of fuck that knocked the headboard into the wall and made a mark. It was the kind that his butler probably heard two floors below. The kind that would make me come and make me sore. The kind that made me feel like a woman he spotted across the bar and had to have.
The kind that made me feel secure for the first time in a long time.
I was in my bedroom when he texted me. I’m taking you to dinner. Be ready in an hour.
As always, I read his message several times because I was always shocked by the things he said. With another guy, I wouldn’t appreciate being bossed around like that, but Theo was different.
He could boss me around all he wanted.
I put on a black dress with another piece of lingerie underneath, a push-up bra with a matching thong. Since the bodysuit had worked so well, I decided to deploy the tactic again. I made my eyes smoky and applied my favorite lip gloss before I headed downstairs.
He picked me up outside then drove several blocks until he handed his Range Rover over to the valet. When he got me out of the car, he immediately grabbed my hand and took me inside. He normally circled my waist with his arm, so holding my hand like this was a first.
I liked it because it felt more intimate. An arm around the waist said this is my woman. But holding hands meant she’s mine…and I’m hers.
He barely checked in with the host before he was given a table farther in the restaurant. Hand in hand, he took me to the table and pulled out the chair for me like he was a gentleman and not the caveman who’d nearly broken the headboard last night. He pushed in the chair to catch my ass then dropped into the chair across from me.