Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46202 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46202 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
He stares down at me, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his whole body feeling like it’s throbbing with tension. His muscles feel bigger like his primal part is emerging to the surface.
“I know I sound insane,” he mutters a moment later when I just stare.
But I’m staring because I’m waiting for the punchline. I’m waiting for him to laugh it off, to tell me it’s a joke or something.
But then he leans down, kissing the edge of my mouth.
“Danielle?”
“I want that too,” I whisper, finally finding my voice. “Heck, Damien, I’ve wanted it….”
I trail off, remembering he doesn’t seem to like talking about my crush. And I can’t blame him.
He wants to think of me as the woman I am now, the marketing manager capable of making my own decisions, not some starry-eyed dreamer.
But I’m still dreaming, here and now, wondering if this can really be happening.
“I want it all,” I go on. “Everything you said. Jeez, Damien, do you mean it?”
“Yes,” he growls.
“Really, really mean it?”
He chuckles, with some real humor in it now. His tone seems lighter somehow, as though the stress of wondering what I would say is gone.
“Yes,” he says firmly. “Really, really, really.”
I laugh. “Since when?”
“Since I came home from England,” he tells me. “It was a photo on Facebook. The one I told you about, where I didn’t even recognize you at first. All these feelings came rushing in. I tried to fight them. But I failed. Honestly, I never wanted to succeed, but I felt I had to try…”
For Dad, but he leaves that part unsaid.
“I get it,” I murmur. “But you want it. A future together. A family. All of it.”
“Yes,” he kisses my cheek with surprising softness. “And so do you.”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Are you sure?” he asks seriously. “Some people would say you’re too immature and young to know what you want.”
I move my hand to his chest, tightening my grip. “Are you one of those people?”
“No,” he smirks. “I know you’re capable of making your own decisions. And I know you’re not immature.”
“There we go, then,” I say, summoning some sassiness as I kiss him this time.
He’s caught off guard, groans, and returns the pressure. We sink together, the lust burning up inside of me, my core pulsing with doubled urgency after learning the truth.
“How many?” I gasp when the kiss breaks off, our hands roaming all over each other.
He tilts his head, taking in my words, and smirks even wider. “Kids? I was thinking, oh, I don’t know…maybe ten or fifteen.”
I laugh, slapping him playfully, feeling like I’ve got whiplash from all the emotional turbulence. But now we’ve reached a steady place, warm and beckoning to our new life.
As long as I don’t think about Dad.
“Really?” I say.
“No, I was thinking…four or five?”
“Yes,” I whisper. “That sounds perfect.”
“A house full of laughter, of happiness,” he says.
“I want it so bad.”
He kisses me again with that shocking tenderness.
Then I feel his passion take over, his hands sliding down to my hips.
“Let’s get started,” he says. “We can make our future happen right here, Danielle.”
I swallow, trying to make myself ask what we’re going to do about Dad. We said we wouldn’t do anything else until we’d decided on that, but that was before we shared this truth with each other.
That was before I knew he was going to make my crush-fueled fantasies into reality.
My body is too sore, my sex too aware of how close he is, more pleasure, more Damien.
“Just… just be patient, okay?” I whisper. “All of this is new to me.”
“All of it?” he says, his voice getting husky.
“Yes.”
“Even what we just did?”
I shift against him. I can hear how much the idea excites him, having me all to himself.
His manhood is so hard in his pants, pressing against my belly.
“Yeah,” I whisper.
“What about our kiss?”
I turn away, feeling my cheeks flame hot red. “That was new too.”
“Look at me, Danielle,” he snarls.
I turn back to find him gazing down, his expression tight as though he’s finding it difficult to hold himself back.
“This proves it,” he says. “You belong to me. Only me.”
“Only you, Damien,” I whisper. “It’s all I want.”
It’s all I ever wanted.
He kisses me hard, pulling me even closer to him.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Damien
We stumble into the bedroom, kissing passionately.
Her hands squeeze onto my arms, and mine move all over her body, her hips then her ass, and then I turn her around and drive my manhood against her naked ass, reaching around and pulling up her shirt.
She lifts her arms and then I’m on her bra, almost tearing it loose, spinning her around again so I can get a tantalizing look at her plump, perfect breasts.
I groan as I look at them, the size of her needy young nipples, the creaminess of her flesh.
Touching them makes my cock blaze even hotter, especially when I push them together and lean down, taking one nipple in my mouth and then the other, like I texted I would.