Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
I’m like the big bad wolf ready to devour her perfect body and to claim her heart, and I’m not sorry for it. She’s not, either.
This fucking girl.
God, this girl.
My girl.
I open my mouth to tell her just that, but a man’s voice from downstairs interrupts me.
“Hello?”
Shit. We lost track of time. Dahlia squeaks with surprise, scrabbling to cover her body as if the guy is going to come straight through her bedroom door. The urge to tear the sheets away from her and expose every inch of her to me to feast on is nearly impossible to push down.
Clearly, I’m shit at resisting her, but one of us has to be responsible right now or else we’ll not leave this room for a day.
“It’s Tom, the roofer,” I remind her as she turns panicked eyes on me.
“Oh, shit, I forgot…” She blushes again, and my chest swells at the sight.
“It’s okay, petal.” I find that I need to protect her from even her own worries. “Get dressed and I’ll go deal with him, yeah?”
She nods, and it takes all my willpower to turn away from her as she hurries to pull her clothes back on. I push to my feet, throw my own clothes back on in record time, and hurry out of the room, jogging down the stairs.
Tom, the roofer, is waiting at the foot of the stairs. I’ve worked with the guy before. He’s a couple of years younger than me, with curly blond hair and a better attitude than I’ve ever had.
He smiles at me when I stop in front of him, but I don’t return the kindness. The asshole interrupted my time with Dahlia, even if he was only doing his job and it’s my fault for not keeping track of time. Not that I was able to even think about the time when she was stealing every thought from my brain.
“Hey, mate. The door was open,” he says by way of explanation, and I glance over his shoulder to find that he’s right. The door needs to be replaced and have proper locks put in because it’s rickety as shit. I make a mental note to do that immediately. Something as precious as Dahlia needs to be protected properly.
“Don’t need to come inside to fix the roof,” I tell him through gritted teeth.
Tom rolls his eyes at me, used to my gruffness. “I need to meet the homeowner,” he says, raising a brow pointedly.
Before I can answer, Dahlia’s quick steps come from above. Instantly, my heart picks up speed just as the knowledge she’s close. And that my seed is still inside her. It fills me with a primal satisfaction that threatens to hide her away so nobody else can ever look at her beauty or experience her infectious happiness. Mine mine mine.
I don’t know how the hell I got so lucky to have a girl like her give herself to me…and only me. Fuck, my mouth is watering at the thought of it. I want to show her just how good I can make her feel, in bed and out of it.
Well, damn.
I’ve never felt like this before. It’s terrifying but it’s too late. I’m already falling head first, willing to risk the pain of crash-landing if it means I get to hold her for even a minute.
“Hi!” Dahlia calls out as she runs down the stairs with fluffy socks on her feet. She’s wearing an oversized jumper and leggings now, and I want to rip the sweater over her head and give her one of mine to wear instead.
Tom and Dahlia introduce themselves, and I stand with them trying to appear civilized. My narrowed stare keeps flicking between Tom and the door. I need to get that sorted, and there’s a hardware store twenty minutes away that usually has plenty in stock I could use. Besides, I hung up on that guy from the kitchen place earlier so I need to stop by there too. And Tom is a good guy. I trust him to watch out for Dahlia while he works.
I loathe to leave her, but I reason with myself. It’ll only be two hours max, and it’s for her benefit.
“I have to run out to grab more supplies,” I interrupt, not caring that Tom was talking. “Will you be alright for an hour or so?”
Dahlia smiles at me, and fuck if it isn’t the most stunning smile I’ve ever seen. “I’ll survive without you for a while,” she teases, but I frown at her. Her stance softens and the back of her hand grazes mine. “Go on. I’ll finish unpacking while you’re out, okay? It’s not like I’ll be much help with the roof.”
My eyes widen and I turn to Tom, pointing a finger at him. “Do not let her near your ladder,” I warn, the image of Dahlia trying to help on the fucking roof giving me heart palpitations.