Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Two, I can follow instructions very well, in fact I’d learned most of my cooking from Google, though I tended to gravitate towards fine cuisine, and three, my recipe takes at least three hours
BRADEN
I watched her from the doorway again, she looked happy as she chopped onions and sang to herself. I’d taken the dog with me this time, yes, I’m jealous of my own damn dog, so she only had herself for company.
She had no idea I was there so I looked my fill and with each second that passed, something warm and sweet came alive inside me. It would be so easy to walk over there and run my fingers through her bright sun gold hair.
Or wrap my arms around her from behind and kiss her cute little ear. Only one thing held me in check … for now. Her ass was tiny as fuck. She was like half my height and weight and I had a real fear that she’d get hurt if I took her to my bed.
Elena had been a strapping five-ten and could hold her own in the bedroom. But this tiny little thing, how the fuck was she going to take thirteen inches of steel hard rod in her belly?
Maybe I should just call this whole thing off, just send her on her way with a thanks but no thanks. But that little voice in my head told me it was too late.
Just then she looked up at me and the smile that crossed her face smoothed some of the raw edges in my gut. For the first time I returned her smile and she damn near chopped off her finger.
“Hey, be careful.” I was by her side in seconds, lifting the finger she’d nipped to inspect it. “You barely scratched the surface but it’s bleeding, come.” I took her hand and led her from the kitchen to the little guest bathroom down the hallway.
“Sit!” I closed the toilet lid and made her sit while I rummaged around in the medicine cabinet for what I needed.
“It’s not that bad Braden look, the bleeding has all but stopped.”
I ignored her and took her hand in mine, leaning over until our heads met. “You’re blocking my light princess move.” This time the word didn’t sound like an insult, but the endearment I intended.
She lifted her head the same time I lifted mine and we ended up face to face with our mouths and eyes, so close. I swallowed hard feeling like an untried boy first time at bat.
And then she licked her lips and it was like an open invitation. I leaned in the few inches needed, giving her more than enough time to pull away. And when she didn’t, when her eyes came up to mine and I saw the desire, the want, the need, it was all I needed.
Her lips were as soft as I’d imagined they would be. I started out slow not wanting to scare her. Soft little touches of my lips against hers, and then she opened up the slightest bit and I felt the tip of her tongue.
I dove in, covering her lips completely as I wrapped an arm around her middle from behind and drew her in closer. Her arms came around my neck and I’m not sure which one of us deepened the kiss but I soon had her tongue in my mouth.
I felt a release inside, like something was finally settled and I had a pretty good idea what that something was. Now I understood what that feeling is that has been plaguing me.
I don’t know how or why, but then again I never have. It’s the thing that had made me so good in the marines, that sense of knowing, a sixth sense they call it.
This time it had nothing to do with danger though, it was about her, my mate. I’m sure as I’m breathing that that’s what that whole thing was about. It was a premonition. But since I wasn’t expecting it in the midst of a dangerous situation, how was I to know?
I hadn’t felt it the first time I fell in love. That last thought had me easing away as the guilt came back full force. I know this didn’t mean that I didn’t love my wife, I’m positively sure that I did. But it meant that this little girl in this backwoods town that I’d moved to after the loss is the one that had been meant for me.
I looked at her now, trying to make sense of the implications. How could that possibly be? I’m a good nine years older than she is. Had my wife lived I would’ve loved her forever I’m sure, so how…
Something in her look said she understood where my mind had gone. She lifted her hand and cupped my cheek and that smile, that knowing, understanding smile. It damn near broke my heart.