Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
I owned him the same way he owned me.
It was this act of ownership, and it made me feel good.
We’d waited so long, too long, but now it seemed like no time had passed at all. I shifted on the bed so I could face him. He had this relaxed look on his face, his eyes looking drowsy. I was exhausted, but I didn’t want to sleep and miss out on time with him.
He was hard in all ways, had been closed off from people, maybe because his parents had passed away. But even if he seemed like he had a cold heart, the truth was the ice he’d had around it was melted. He let me in.
“Do you want to stay with me, to be mine, Bailey?
I didn’t even have to think about it. “Yes,” I whispered and then smiled.
He pulled me in close, and I rested my head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. I was right where I was supposed to be.
And it had only taken me four years of longing to get him.
Chapter Ten
Bailey
One week later
I couldn’t help but smile at the way Gavin was glaring at the moving men. Any time they came remotely close to me or came up and asked me a question, he made a deep sound in the back of his throat and made sure to come stand right beside me.
“You know they’re just doing their job, right?”
He grumbled something low and unintelligible, and I couldn’t stop outright laughing then.
He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me against his side with gentle force, enough that the air left out of me briefly, and I looked up at him and glared myself. “Gavin, you’re acting like a territorial beast right now.”
He looked down at me and gave me a wink that instantly lit me on fire, that had my synapsis exploding and my knees becoming weak.
All it took was a look from Gavin to have me instantly ready to be taken in every sexual way he deemed.
But that would have to wait. Right now, I needed to focus on the fact that I was finally moving into the duplex—one that had a landlord who happened to be the man I was sleeping with and madly in love with.
Once the last box was brought in, Gavin shut the door and looked at me. I knew what was going to happen by the way he lowered his head slightly, his focus still trained on me. He wanted to make it known, even if it was just us, that I was his.
He came slowly toward me, like a predator stalking his prey. He was going to pounce on me, and I’d never wanted to be devoured more than I did right now.
I grinned and slowly backed away, and then squealed and ran down the hallway when he came for me, knowing he’d chase me, wanting him to. I found myself in the bedroom, the mattress on the floor because the frame hadn’t been put together yet. But before I could even turn around, Gavin tackled me from behind.
He turned right before we landed, so his body was the one taking the brunt force of impact. His arms were wrapped around me, and when he spun me, my hands were on his pectoral muscles, bracing myself on his muscular frame.
And then for long seconds, he just looked at me, his expression softening. I leaned down and kissed him, just a brush of my lips against his.
“Why can’t you just come move in with me?” He’d asked me this a handful of times since the last time we were together, which had only been a week ago.
I smiled and kissed him again.
“Although, you call the shots, baby. But I love you,” he said and was the one to rise up this time and kiss me on the side of my neck.
I closed my eyes and sighed. The truth was, I wanted to move in with Gavin, but I wanted to take things slow—well, as slow as we could, given how fast we’d come together after seeing each other again after four years. But I wanted to grow as a couple, to build our relationship. I wanted to do this right.
I knew we needed to have separate lives for the time being, moments where we were just by ourselves, anticipating when we’d get to see the other next. Although, on that note, I knew it wouldn’t matter if I was living with him or on my own, because I wanted to see him all day every day, no matter what.
“I do want to move in with you,” I said softly and rested my head on his chest. “But I want to do this right, Gavin.” He tightened his hold on me, and I smiled even though he couldn’t see me.