Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
She hops up on the counter, her legs swinging back and forth as she takes a long drink of her water. She’s entirely too far from me. I’m guessing she wouldn’t take too kindly to me picking her up and putting her into my lap. I’m not good at this courting thing. Fuck me. Is that even what it’s called? I don’t do this shit usually. I work and protect my country. That is the way it’s always been, but now I have the need to protect more than that.
Thunder booms through the house, making the lights flicker. Her whole body freezes. I’m on my feet coming to her side. The look of fear that flashes in her eyes cuts me to the bone.
“You okay?”
“Just worried the pizza won’t get to cook.” I can see the tension in her body. She’s not worried about the damn pizza.
“Nothing is going to happen to you here. I can promise you that.” I try to reassure her. I want to tell her that the only thing that she should be scared of is me. About the fact that I’m never going to be able to let her go.
“I’m not always a scaredy cat.” She sits up a little bit taller. Straightening her shoulders, trying to show me her strength. But she doesn’t need to be strong in front of me. I want to see who she truly is. In time she’ll realize this and allow me to protect her.
“Nothing wrong with being scared of something.” She turns her head to look over at me. I’m leaning up against the counter next to her. I clench my hands into fists to keep from grabbing ahold of her. I don’t want to push her too much. I don’t even really know what the fuck I’m doing here.
“What are you scared of?”
“Sleep.” That answer comes way too easy for me. Dreams are something you can’t control. I don’t think that I’ve ever told anyone else about them. But the words had slipped out so easily when she’d asked.
“You’re scared of dreams?” Her lips twitch, drawing my eyes there. Her pink tongue darts out across her bottom lip.
“What else?”
“That I might never know what you taste like.” Those lips open and close a few times. Then her cheeks turn a shade of pink like her bubblegum tongue. My cock doesn't miss a second of it either. It presses against my pants, begging me to take her. To allow her to wrap that pretty mouth around it. This is the sweetest torture.
“You want to kiss me?” She peers up at me through her lashes. She is so damn beautiful I almost can’t take it. Even the freckles that pepper her nose are sexy.
“Who wouldn't want to kiss you?” I don’t know how she’s not already taken. She’s had to have been kissed a million times. I fight back the jealousy. I will just have to be the best kiss she has ever had. Whoever kissed her before was a stupid fuck if they let her get away from them. Their loss will be my gain.
“You’d be surprised.” She lets out a laugh that doesn't meet her eyes. She stops laughing when she sees I’m not laughing along with her. I don’t want to think of anyone else kissing her. I also don’t care for the idea of her thinking that no one has ever wanted to. I bet no one was brave enough to just say it. I don't care. When it comes to something you want, you let go of your pride. If she shoots me down, it means I need to work harder. “Okay.” She licks her lip again. “Kiss me.”
I move as soon as the words leave her mouth, parting her legs to step between them. My hands go to her hair. I pull the tie holding it off, letting her blond locks fall free so I can bury my hands in them. If I’m going to kiss her I am going to fucking kiss her with everything I have inside of me. Letting her know that I am now her home and I’ll be everything she ever needs.
“Davis.” She gasps my name as I tilt her head back.
“Don’t tell me to stop.” My hands tighten in her hair. She tries to shake her head no. A whimper comes from her. She likes it.
“Kiss me already,” she breathes out. And I do.
I drop my head down, my mouth meeting hers. I try to be slow, to take my time, but the second my mouth touches hers everything else leaves my mind. Only the thought of tasting her more remains. I tilt her head back more as I press my mouth against hers, silently making a promise to her that I don’t even understand yet. One that says that I’ll be hers forever if she’ll let me.