Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 150002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 750(@200wpm)___ 600(@250wpm)___ 500(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 150002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 750(@200wpm)___ 600(@250wpm)___ 500(@300wpm)
No matter how I try to hold onto my usual arguments it’s just not happening, and it’s all because of the way he’s made me feel. Not just the amazing sex, but his attentiveness and care. The surprises just keep on coming.
I’m not very sure about people’s sexual habits, but a quick search through Google has assured me that any man who has sex with a woman five times in one day is very much invested. Of course there was a lot more involved, but I got the gist.
Again, it’s not just about the sex but also the fact that each time he made sure I was right there with him. He wasn’t selfish and seemed more interested in my wants than his own.
I’ve heard enough stories to know that that’s not always the case. And we’re not talking quick ten- minute rolls in the sack either. Each time felt like at least a half an hour of foreplay, which usually left me ready to climb the wall by the time we get to the good stuff.
It’s in the way he touches me, those soft tender touches that makes me feel like in that moment, I’m the most important thing in his world. Something I never knew I needed or would want.
It’s the things he whispers in my ear when he’s deep inside me. And the way he can’t seem to keep his hands off of me. I used to think of that as pawing when I’d see other couples having their PDA, but now I know what I’ve been missing.
Now if we’re in a room together for more than ten minutes without his hands on me I’m the one who searches him out. I feel…alive in a way that I never experienced before. Like there was a whole other person living inside me, waiting to be awakened.
Nothing outside of dance has ever made me feel so alive, so in control. That’s the biggest part of it. Instead of feeling like the little woman, like he was going to take me over and run my life, I feel stronger being with him. And how cute is it that he didn’t even want to leave for a few hours to go to the club?
His actions, unbeknownst to him, have gone a long way to making me feel secure in this new relationship I find myself in. For once I’ve decided to put aside all my angst and fears and take this little slice of happiness for myself. I no longer tack on for as long as it lasts on the end of that statement which for me is like a milestone.
I was just about to pour myself a glass of juice when the doorbell rang. A quick look at my watch showed that it had been almost two hours since his call. Damn and I hadn’t gotten anything done.
My mouth fell open in surprise when I opened the door to a huge bouquet of flowers. “Hello?” I couldn’t see the person behind the flower arrangement, just feet as I reached out to take it.
I only got a split second view of the face when the flowers were lowered and even less time for the memory of where I’d seen that face before to register.
Too late, I tried to slam the door shut, but a hand reached out and grabbed me. I struggled in an effort to get away, the scream locked in my throat as fear threatened to overpower me.
“What do you want?” I tried to reason with the man who had yet to utter a sound. He didn’t need to, his face said it all. “You bitch, you ruined my life.” I felt the burn from the scratch of his nails on my neck and fought back tears.
I tried to think as he advanced on me, the door slamming shut behind him. I moved backward until I hit the wall, my heart racing sickeningly in my chest.
I felt a moment of weakness as my limbs grew limp and my mind went blank. It was the look in his eyes more than his size that struck fear in me. He looked nothing like the cocksure man who’d accosted me in the club that night.
“I didn’t do anything to you, I didn’t even…” He didn’t let me finish as he struck out, hitting me across the face so hard I saw stars.
When he raised his hand again I came out of my stupor and raised my knee. I caught him in the balls and made a run for the door as he doubled over in pain.
The door flung open just as I reached it and Travis was standing there. “Hey sis…” He took one look at my face and pushed me behind him. “ No Travis.” I tried pulling him back out the door, but was left grabbing air.