Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 114467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
“New Year’s Eve,” I tell her, and then she just looks down at it and then up at me again. She puts the phone down and picks up her own phone.
“If you go into my pictures, I have a folder with your pictures,” she tells me, and now it’s my turn to be shocked. “I have only a couple I took of you live.” She looks down and then up again. “The rest are taken from television.”
“What?” I ask her, confused. She opens the folder, and I see that the pictures she’s talking about are taken in her living room, and they are from the games I’ve played. “You watched the games?”
“Um, yeah,” she answers like it was an obvious answer.
“You hate hockey,” I remind her.
“I mean, I don’t hate it, hate it.” She rolls her eyes. “It grows on you.”
“Does it?” I say. Now my heart is so full I wonder if it can possibly be this good. “Are you done eating?” I ask her, and she just nods her head. I push off from the table and grab her hand, pulling her up. “I fed you, so now it’s time to lie on the couch and make out.”
I lead her to the couch and sit down, pulling her down with me. But instead of sitting next to me, she throws her leg over me and straddles my lap. “This is much better,” she says and takes my face into her hands. We both lunge at the same time, our mouths opening at the same time as we devour each other.
I pull out her ponytail, and my hands get lost in her hair while I turn my head to deepen the kiss. I let her lips go and kiss down her neck. She grinds her pussy right over my cock, and it’s been so long I swear I’m about to come. “Viktor,” she moans my name, and it’s like an angel calling me. Her hands go around my head as I nip and bite my way down her neck and then my hand goes under her shirt, my fingertips touching her back. She groans as she moves her hips up and down, and I take over by flipping her to her back, her legs wrapping around my hips as my arms hold me up from crushing her. Her hands start to lift my shirt, and my body shivers under her touch. I stop kissing her and close my eyes just to feel her touch and relish in it.
“Viktor,” she whispers, softly kissing my lips, then the side of my lips, and then trailing kisses down to my chin. Her hands stop moving, and she waits for me to look at her. I look down, and I see her eyes so, so clear they sparkle. Her lips are swollen from my kisses, and she has little red dots from my beard. “Hey,” she says and moves one of her hands to my face.
“I pictured this,” I tell her softly. “Us here like this.” She smiles now. “It was my end goal.”
“Really?” she says.
“Really,” I say. “After you walked out, I swore that one day I would make you mine.”
“You are really sure of yourself,” she jokes, and I smile.
“I’m not going to lie to you,” I say and kiss her. “I will never lie to you. I was scared as fuck you would move on and forget me.”
“I tried,” she says, and it hurts more than it should. “I won’t ever lie to you either. I tried, and then I failed miserably. But I never told anyone. I just ignored that it was there. Tried to anyway and then I would turn on the television and pretend you weren’t playing and then change to that channel.” I smile now, and she rolls her eyes.
“You like me,” I tell her with a smile so big that I think it’s going to hurt my face.
“You could say that,” she tells me, and I bend my head again this time, biting her lower lip and then slipping my tongue into her mouth. Her moan is swallowed by my mouth, we spend hours, literally hours, lost in the kisses. We settle on my couch on our side with her leg hitched over my hip. Her head is on my shoulder and my face is pressed down to her head when I tell myself I’ll just close my eyes for a second. But all it takes is that second with my lips still tingling from her kiss and her hand on my chest for me to fall into the best sleep of my life.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Zoe
“I made you coffee,” Viktor says when I come out of the bathroom after waking in his arms. I basked in it for as long as I could before my bladder let me know it was time to get up. Waking in his arms was everything. At first, I was unsure where I was until the memories of the past couple of days came rushing back.