Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
“I didn’t want to wake you.”
He pats the bed next to him. “I’m awake. Come back to bed. It’s early.”
“I’m used to getting up early. Not much time for sleeping in with four-year-old twins running around.”
“Well, they’re not here today. Come back to bed, Brogan.”
I waver, unsure what to do. I want more than anything to slide in next to him and snuggle into his chest, but I shouldn’t. “Go back to sleep,” I tell him. “I’m going to make some coffee.”
Maddox tosses the covers off him and climbs out of bed. My eyes fall to his boxer briefs and the very notable erection. I quickly look away. He stops next to me and presses his lips to my forehead.
“I woke up with my wife in my arms. It’s not something I can control. Not that I want to.” Another quick peck in the same spot on my forehead, and he steps back and toward the bathroom. “I’ll meet you in the kitchen.” He strides into the bathroom, not bothering to shut the door. I hear him start to pee, and heat coats my cheeks.
I rush out of the room and down the hall to the kitchen. This was a bad idea. A very bad idea. I don’t have experience with men. None. Nothing but some over-the-clothes groping during my senior year of college. After that night at the frat party, I steered clear, and then it was all about helping my sister and my dad. Since then, I’ve been helping raise the girls. I told myself I didn’t have time, but it was more than that. My therapist helped me realize that.
I’m scared.
I have very few memories of the night that changed our lives, and I hate that. I hate being out of control, and men, well, they intimidate me. Not in the sense that I’m afraid of all men, but intimacy. Hell yes. I’m a twenty-three-year-old virgin, and as far as I can remember, I’ve never seen—outside of porn—a penis that I can remember.
So, yeah, seeing my husband, who I married while drunk in Vegas, hard after waking up next to me caused my cheeks to blush. I’m in over my head here. I never should have said yes to him.
I try to calm my heated libido. I put all of my attention on the coffeepot, which is why I didn’t hear Maddox come into the kitchen. In fact, it’s not until I feel his hands on my hips and his lips brushing against my neck, with his mumbled, “Morning, baby,” that I even know he’s here with me.
“Morning,” I reply, because ignoring him doesn’t feel right. “What time is your client?” I ask, remembering he has one this afternoon sometime.
“Not until two. It’s a new client, and the note says, uncertain. This could be a long appointment or a short one.” He chuckles.
“Does that happen often?”
“Not a lot, but you’d be surprised by the people who come in for an appointment with no idea what they want on their body for the rest of their lives.”
“That’s a big decision.” I nod. “You don’t seem to have that same issue.” I let my eyes trail over his body. Did I mention he’s still only in his boxer briefs? When I reach his face, he’s smirking, and I quickly avert my gaze to the coffeepot as I watch it brew.
“Wasn’t an issue for me. Do you have any tattoos?”
“No. Briar and I said we were going to get them growing up, but once we were old enough and didn’t need our dad’s permission, life threw us for a tailspin, and we never did.”
“Well, when you’re ready, I hear your husband is pretty damn good at what he does.” He smirks.
I can’t help but laugh. “I’ll keep that in mind.” The coffeepot splutters, letting me know it’s done, and I get busy making our coffees. I’ve spent enough time with Maddox to know he likes his black, whereas I take two sugars and two creams in mine. I slide Maddox his cup as I take a quick pull of mine, only it comes off more like a slurp. Apparently, embarrassing myself in front of my new husband is the only thing I’m capable of doing these days.
“Thank you.” He smiles and doesn’t seem to mind I’m slurping my coffee like an addict jonesing for her next fix. “I’m going to shower and then run to my place to grab some more clothes and my laptop, and whatever else I can find that I think I might need. I’ll pack the rest later and get the guys to help me move it all. I’ll probably just put my furniture in storage.”
“That seems like a lot of hassle for six months.”
“You agreed to six months, but, Brogan, we’re endgame, baby. You can come over to my place and see if there is anything of mine furniture wise you want to use here,” he says, as if selling his furniture or putting it into storage is no big issue. “We can figure out what to do with it later. Now, I just want to be here with you. I’m giving you and this marriage everything I have, Brogan.”