Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61861 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61861 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
“I can’t think straight when you touch me,” I say, hoping he’ll let go. He doesn’t.
“Too fucking bad.”
“It clogs my head. Stop touching me.”
Now both of his hands are on me. My brain goes foggy, and all I can feel and see is him. I try to fight it, to shake him off, but he doesn’t let go. I look up at him trying to give him my worst angry look, but it just makes him laugh.
“That just turns me on,” he says teasing me.
“It’s my ‘I’m angry at you’ face. Now stop touching me.”
He doesn’t stop touching, not even when an old lady walks past and shakes her head at us.
“Well, how about I show you my ‘I want to fuck you all kinds of ways’ face?” He raises his eyebrows, wiggling them.
“Is that all you think about? How to get me in bed?” I laugh, and he touches my hip and pulls me to him.
“Yes, and more. But most of all, I want you with me as often as possible. I don’t want you angry at me. I can’t deal with that. It doesn’t sit right with me. If Livia was angry, I was glad. Because I didn’t really care. You, I can’t have angry at me. You, I need, Barbie. I need you.”
This time I step into him. His arms pull me, so my body is flush with his. If we weren’t in public right now, he would have his way with me, and I would let him.
“I’m not moving in with you.”
He smirks like he was expecting those words to leave my lips. “That’s okay, I can sleep here and work from my place.” He says it like he has it sorted in his mind.
I push away from him and turn to look back in the store. “I have to work... you need to leave.”
He goes to argue with me but pauses then takes a deep breath before he looks back to me. “Don’t argue with me. If you try stopping me from working, I can tell you now this isn’t going to work.”
“I wouldn’t.”
A part of me knows that I just needed him to confirm it. Opening the door to go back inside, I wave to him, grabbing the flowers and removing them to around the front of the shop. He’s still out front when I turn around, then he comes in. He was just standing there watching me.
“These are yours.” He passes me keys to his car then walks out. I look down at them—other than the car keys, there is also another set of keys. I run out after him, calling his name as he walks to a black car.
“There’s an extra key,” I yell out confused.
Ryken opens the car door, turning back to look at me. “It’s for my house. It’s yours.” His smile is the last thing I see before he slides in the car and drives away.
Stepping back into the shop, my smile doesn’t seem to want to leave, not for the rest of the day. Being angry at Ryken Lord never lasts long. The heart wants what it wants. And even if I try to deny it, it doesn’t work. Because I love him. More than I’ve ever loved anything or anyone.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Ryken
The moment I know her shop hours are over and the shop closes is the moment I’m back at her door waiting for her. She smiles as she lets me in. This time I don’t use my key, I want her to let me in. She offers me a small, “Hello,” before we start walking up to her apartment. I have my bag in hand, ready to keep some stuff here. If this is where she wants to be this is where I will be. It’s time someone put her first and she’s my number one priority.
She puts her keys down and faces me. “We are an us, and that makes us equal. We decide on things together,” she says. I simply smile at her words. “Why are you looking at me like that? Shouldn’t you be saying something? You need to say something.” Her eyes are wild as she stares at me. “Fine! You tell me how you want it to be, then tell me how wrong I am and how it’s meant to be.” I step closer to her, and she looks to be on the edge of anger. “Why aren’t you saying anything? God, Ryken, right now is the time I need reassurance. My mind won’t shut down.”
“I can make it shut off.”
She shakes her head, but I don’t listen. I kiss her anyway. My hands wrapping around her back and pulling her tightly to me. She goes to speak, but my mouth touches her, taking away her voice while holding her as tight as I can possibly get to her. Because I want to take away any insecurities she has, I want to take away any unsure feelings and keep her safe and secure with me. Her hands wrap around my neck, and she kisses me back. Our tongues dancing and our lips locked.