Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 36007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
My stomach drops at the thought of this being over before it really began. I’m smacked right in the face with my feelings. I want this. I want him. I know it’s crazy and quick, but I can’t help how I feel. My eyes fall closed, and my mind replays what happened on the bed.
The way he touched me and kissed me. He was so hungry for me. Needy even. Then when he was on his knees asking me not to tell him to stop. The look he had in his eyes for me. There is no way I could have asked him to stop. Not with him staring at me the way he had been. No one has ever looked at me that way. And I’ve never been more turned on in my life. My whole body ached with it.
“Jules.” My eyes fly open when Vinny calls my name. A second later, he’s stepping into my closet again. “Are you hiding?” He smiles at me.
“I don’t have anything to wear. Does she know?”
“Yeah, she knows.” He looks down at my bag on the floor with the few things I packed pulled out of it.
“I didn’t bring much.”
“Here, I’ve got an idea.” He leans down and grabs a pair of black stretchy yoga pants and a pair of my fuzzy socks that I wear at night when I sleep.
“This?” I ask confused when he hands them over.
“There’s more. Put those on,” he says before he leaves the closet. I do as he tells me, not having much of a choice. I should have packed more. As I pull the pants on, I wonder if I should go with the jeans instead. The only nicer things I have are my work clothes that I left on because I was going on a private plane with my boss so I felt like I should. Doesn’t matter, though, because the buttons are still scattered all over the bed and floor.
Vinny returns with a shirt in his hand. I take it, sliding it over my head. It falls almost to my knees. The word Princeton is written across the chest. The lettering is faded. “Seriously?”
“Yes, I told my mom we just got home, and you were changing into something comfortable.” I chew on my bottom lip. It might be perfect if it was only going to be the two of us, but this is the first time I’m meeting his parents.
“Wait, your mom or your mom and dad?”
“Just Mom. Dad is at his monthly golf game with his friends.”
“At the country club?” I tease but laugh when he nods his head yes.
“Mom pushed him into it. Said it was good for him, and now he only half hates it.”
“They sound sweet.” Endearing even.
“They are. Especially since Dad stepped back from work. He’s more his old self. It’s nice to have him back.” Hearing the emotion in his words, I reach out and wrap my arms around his.
“It’s good you could do that for him. Both of them. Do you make a habit out of saving people?”
“I’m not sure today counts.” He starts walking, and with me wrapped around his arm, I go with.
I suppose he’s not wrong. I think I might have been partially blackmailed into this whole thing, but it doesn’t feel that way, for some reason. I still don’t know why he chose me, but I keep forgetting to ask that question. Everything has been such a whirlwind. Now, between the orgasm—well, not only one but two, mind you—and his mom showing up, there really hasn’t been a chance.
“She’ll love you,” he whispers as he walks down the hallway, probably sensing how nervous I am.
“How do you know?” I whisper back.
“You’re an easy person to love.” I literally stop walking when those words leave his mouth. “Come on.” He pulls me back along. I’m not sure he understands what he is saying. Has he forgotten I grew up in foster care? My parents literally didn’t want me. I’d almost been adopted a few times, but the keyword there is almost. No one truly wanted me. So I grew up thinking I was the opposite of easy to love. I thought there was something wrong with me.
“I’m saying I can see why people warm to you so quickly. Your loyalty is unlike anything I’ve ever seen. There was a reason I wanted you to be my wife.”
Holy crap. He has to drop all that on me right now? Seconds before I’m about to meet his mother and probably make a total fool of myself?
“Is this her?” A woman with short silver hair comes rushing out of the kitchen toward us. She’s taller than me. “You’re gorgeous.” She has a kind face and a warm smile that puts me at ease immediately.
“Thank you,” I say, suddenly feeling bashful at all of her attention.