Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
The feeling of his eyes on my bare flesh was unnerving. I felt exposed. I whimpered without realizing it. The sound of my soft cry broke the spell he was under.
“Are you cold?” He asked harshly.
I nodded. I was cold. But it was more than that. I was afraid. Not of him. I could never be afraid of him.
I was afraid of myself. Of failing. Of disappointing him.
What if I was terrible at lovemaking? What if there was something wrong with me? What if he changed his mind?
I watched shyly as he started stripping his clothes away. I was so curious about him. About his body. I had seen his bare chest while we were training. I knew about the tattoos.
What I didn’t know, what I could not have imagined, was the size and shape of his shaft. It was enormous, hard and smooth looking, jutting out from his body aggressively. I gasped aloud as he freed himself from his worn in jeans.
I started to shake. Just a little. I was out of my element, to say the least. This was unknown territory. It was happening too fast.
“Hey, hey,” he said, crawling onto the bed and pulling me into his arms. I instantly relaxed at the feeling of his warm chest pressed against me. He reached down and pulled up the covers. He pulled them right up and over our heads.
He stared at me in our little love tent, then nuzzled my neck with his nose. It tickled. I let out a soft laugh, my nerves drifting away. He wasn’t going to rush me. He didn’t want me to be scared. I felt so safe in his arms, it changed something inside me.
In that moment, I surrendered to him completely.
“Warmer?”
I nodded breathlessly. He kissed me slowly. Unhurriedly. It was just what I needed. I sighed as my nipples scraped against the soft hair on his hard chest.
I started getting those swirly swoony feelings in my chest again. And lower. The kind I got sometimes when we were training in close proximity, and the few times we had kissed.
My skin felt so sensitive. Every touch felt new. I had never been in bed with a man before. I had never been naked with anyone since my nanny used to help me get dressed as a very young child.
Certainly not since my body had started to mature.
I felt shy but so alive, it almost hurt. I knew I would remember this for the rest of my life. I knew I would always love the man holding me so tenderly.
He kept kissing me, letting his hands wander over my curves. He touched me gently, but fervently, almost reverently. Like he couldn’t believe this was happening.
“Are you alright?”
I nodded.
“I think so,” I stammered out. Talking felt weird, under the circumstances. Were we just going to have a conversation… completely nude?
Well, to be fair, I was nude. He still had his jeans on, even if they were open. He had tucked himself back inside them, when I reacted to his size.
I could still feel him though. And he was massive. Massive and giving off a lot of heat. If his chest was warm, the monster between his legs was scorching.
“That’s not good enough,” he said, pulling back and looking at me straight in the eyes. “Did I go too fast?”
“No. I mean… can you just hold me?”
“Oh yes, I can most definitely do that,” he said in that impossibly gravelly voice of his, pulling me close again. He reached for my nightgown where it lied crumped up on the bed outside the covers and held it one hand, eyebrow raised.
I giggled and shook my head, and he went back to holding me, his hands sliding slowly and comfortably up and down my back. I sighed, leaning into the crook of his shoulder. I closed my eyes.
“Better?”
I nodded.
“I didn’t realize how nervous I was…” I said softly.
“That’s natural,” he said, squeezing me. “Let me tell you a secret,” he added.
“What?”
“I am nervous, too.”
I let out a startled laugh.
“You are not.”
“I am.”
“But you’ve done this before. I haven’t.”
“I’ve never done this with you,” he said. “Trust me. It is entirely different when you love someone.”
I stopped breathing.
“Love?”
“Yes, sweetheart. Of course I love you. Do you think I dedicate my life to just anyone?”
I shrugged, not sure what to say or to think. He loved me… things fell into place. He wasn’t looking after me out of the goodness of his heart. Without thinking, I said just that.
“So you aren’t protecting me because you are a good, honorable, man?”
“I’m not sure I was a good or honorable man until I met you,” he admitted.
“What?” I asked, suddenly outraged on his behalf. I sat up and looked at him, pulling the blankets up to cover my chest. “You are the most honorable man I know!”