Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 148188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
“Well, this has been fun but I have to get back to my projects.” I watch as Alyssa throws the two moms a look, letting them know to lay off. My eyes meet Tomas’ across the room and in an instant he is up and heading right for me. Relief fills me the same way it had when I’d stepped out of the dress shop and he’d been there.
“Pixie. What’s wrong?” He holds his hand out to me. His eyes beg me to grab his hand, to trust him to take care of me. I take it but I tell myself it’s only because I want to get away from the moms. Not because I need someone. I can do this life thing on my own. I think I can, at least.
“Nothing. I was just telling everyone that I needed to get going.” I try to pull my hand from his but he doesn’t let it go. “Love you guys. See you later.” Once again I try to get my hand from his, but he only grips it tighter letting me know I’m not going anywhere without him.
“I want to wave at them,” I whisper yell to him, trying to get him to let go.
“Use your other hand.” Dammit, he already knows me too well. It wasn’t only the moms I was trying to get away from. I need space to think and by the looks of it, Tomas isn’t on board with that plan.
I don’t know what stops the moms from following me, but they simply give me a wave goodbye as Tomas pulls me from the restaurant. If I had to guess, I’d say they were happy I was going off with him. In their minds they are probably hoping that it’s to have a bunch of babies.
“Town car,” he tells the valet when we get outside.
“But you drove.” I look around for his car.
“I’ll get it later.”
“But why?” I ask as the town car pulls up. The valet opens the doors. Tomas half cages me against the car door as if he’s worried that I might run. “I’m getting in.” I let out a small laugh. At least I’m not the only one being weird.
“Where to?” the driver asks, shutting the door behind us.
“Home.” He tells the driver his address and not mine.
“Relax.” He pulls me into his side. I turn my head, resting it on his chest. My hand goes to his tattoos, tracing them with my fingers.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” I say against his chest, shy about my confession.
“There is nothing wrong with you. Who told you there was?”
I shrug. I guess it’s me reading between the lines of what people haven't been saying.
“Look at me, pixie.” I shake my head no. His body shakes with silent laughter, making me smile into his chest. “You still mad at me?”
I shake my head no again. “You smell good.” I close my eyes, taking in a deep breath. How can I stay mad at him? He has some weird calming effect on me. My body starts to warm. I have an idea of what will make me forget about all the things bouncing around inside my head. I lean back a little and finally look up at him. “Can we have sex now?”
15
Tomas
Those five little words that she just uttered are going to be the death of me. I’m barely holding on to my control as it is when it comes to her. But there is no way that I can deny my little pixie when she’s looking at me the way she is. Not now. Not ever.
My plan to withhold sex from her, to make her see that this is more than that, is coming to an end quickly. My cock begs for me to take her, to claim her and to mark her as mine forever. To wash away any of the worry or doubt that I’ve seen on her face today. I’d watched so many emotions cross her face while she sat and had a late lunch with her family across the restaurant. I knew something was wrong and I so badly wanted to fix whatever it was for her. Now she’s asking me for this.
“Are you going to keep on running from me?” I ask her. Her brows furrow together. She looks both adorably confused and sexy at the same time.
“I don’t know.” She licks her bottom lip. For the first time since we met, she looks unsure about something. Almost shy. Then it hits me. This isn't about me at all. She’s not running from me. She’s running from herself.
“That’s all right.” I pull her more into my lap. “I’ll keep on chasing.”
“You will?”
“I fight for what I want. Always have and always will.”
“You going to stop running from me?” She raises her chin, that confidence she has coming back to life. I don’t know why she’s doubting herself, but I’m going to show her when it comes to me she’ll never have to doubt a thing. I’ve spent my whole life fighting. This is one I won’t lose.