Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
I pause my gaze on her slightly parted rosy lips. I imagine taking those lips with mine, sliding my tongue between and across them. I imagine biting down softly on...I have to stop before the uncomfortable tightening in my pants becomes too much to bear. My eyes move of their own accord, roaming to her breasts, slightly exposed by a mismatched button on her shirt.
My eyes take in her generous creamy mounds.
I suddenly feel a dry itch in my throat as my eyes slide down the soft expanse of her stomach and to a waist that spans into perfectly curvy hips that hint at an even bolder ass.
She’s like the manifestation of every one of my wet dreams – my fantasy come to life.
I don’t care who or what business this girl has in my house, but I bless whatever fate brought her to me. Something tells me I’ll have to tread carefully with this woman. Even ensnared in the luring arms of sleep, I can see the unguarded innocence radiating from her.
I have the unmistakable feeling that this woman is mine to possess, protect, and cherish. She seems young – her early twenties, maybe....
I clear my throat softly and watch, fascinated, as she startles into consciousness. She seems disoriented for a full second before her eyes register comprehension. Then, her eyes hold mine, and that is the final icing on the cake. They are her best features...her eyes. They are the color of an exotic forest with age-worthy secrets and endless fascinating tales. I would never tire of looking into those wide welcoming depths. Their warmth envelopes me, giving me a feeling that I haven’t experienced in a long time. Homecoming.
“I...um...wasn’t sleeping,” she stutters guiltily, shaking her head slowly.
I want to burst into laughter at how adorable she is but manage to keep a straight face. “Really?” I ask, raising my brows slightly. “You have a little drool right there.”
Her wide eyes widen as she wipes her palm furiously across her cheeks. She looks so comically worried that I can’t help but chuckle, despite the burning pain the effort causes me.
“Sir!” she exclaims thinking I’ve hurt myself but she catches on quickly that I’m teasing her. “You can’t joke like that.” Her eyes grow wide. She stands and rushes to my side. “Oh my God! Will you stop laughing? Your stitches are going to come undone.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I say, enjoying her fuss over me. I patiently wait as she checks the bandages on my waist and chest, trying to ignore the electrifying feeling of her hands against my bare skin.
She looks so absorbed in the examination of my wounds that I can’t help but be enraptured by her beauty as she works diligently.
“I should change these bandages,” she murmurs to herself, still sporting a look of complete concentration. “If I can just find my way around this huge house. I need to look over your medications and meal plans. I’ll....”
“I’m not used to being touched by strangers,” I say, avidly watching as she freezes. “Mind telling me who you are before we get so familiar?”
I watch on in amusement as a series of emotions cross her expressive eyes until fear finally settles in their depths. She slowly pulls her hands away from my chest and places them on her lap.
“I...um....” She bites down nervously on her lower lip, drawing my attention to the attractive curve of her lips. “I’m sorry...I’m your nurse. Pardon my manners. I’m Abby. Abby Smith. I was employed by a Miss Mandy of Diamond Investments. I don’t know the connection, and obviously, nothing makes sense. Especially, seeing as you are supposed to be dead...Oh my God!” She quickly covers her mouth with a hand.
“That’s one hell of a comprehensive introduction,” I say with a dry snort. “For once, Mandy did a fine job without supervision,” I mutter under my breath. “Now, weren’t you about to get these damn things off me? There are new bandages in those drawers.”
“Yes, sir,” Abby says, clearing her throat nervously.
She pulls out the middle drawer that I point out and takes out a roll of bandages. She gingerly lowers herself to the bed, deliberately avoiding my eyes. She helps me to sit up slowly as I try hard not to wince in pain. She starts to work, taking off the bandages on my body. I can’t bring myself to take my eyes off her all the while. Finally, she balls up the used bandages and places them on the table.
“I will...um...wrap some new bandages around you now,” she says tentatively. “It will require some touching. I’ll be as fast and gentle as I possibly can. Please, bear with me...Sir.”
I hold back the urge to chuckle and nod my head for her to continue. This girl amuses and intrigues me at the same time – one feat no other woman has ever been able to accomplish with me. She moves tentatively closer to me and starts to consciously wrap the bandage around my chest. She leans forward and wraps her arms around me to pass the bandage around my back. Her sweet scent crowds my head, muddying my thought train.