Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 132332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 441(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 441(@300wpm)
I smile when he finally finds the energy he needs to open his eyes. ‘Morning,’ I whisper.
His beam nearly blinds me. ‘Morning?’ he asks groggily, reaching for me and gently turning me around. He removes the cuffs and massages my wrists for a few blissful seconds, humming. His gesture is sweet but not needed. I’m in no pain, the padded cuffs seeing to that. I let him pull me on to his lap, his hands guiding mine around his neck. ‘It could be, sweetheart. I wouldn’t know. Time melts away when I’m with you.’
I settle on him, cuddling into his chest happily, feeling so appreciative. I don’t think I have ever felt so utterly cherished.
Or safe.
Chapter 14
He washed me down in his shower, shampooed my hair and rinsed, working his strong fingers through my scalp. The act wasn’t sexual. It was loving and caring, and it did nothing to stop my feelings from deepening. When Theo said he would treat me like a queen, he really meant it.
I have a fresh glass of wine in my hand as I roam around his bedroom, snuggled tightly in a soft robe, admiring the décor. I eye each post of his four-poster bed as my lips hover over the rim of my glass, and then take in the sumptuous bedding – all creams and golds and huge great big pillows. A dressing room off to the side is lined with rows of suits, and the bathroom is massive and drenched in lushness. Everything is over-the-top big. Like Theo.
I pad through to the lounge, working my way around the room, gazing up at the framed portraits as I sip my wine. After our shower, I feel alive and refreshed. Being here with Theo, immersed in his world, I forget my draining day. I hold the glass at my lips and frown at the painting currently before me, a pretty depiction of the Last Supper. It’s another religious symbol, and Theo, apparently, isn’t religious. In the reflection of the glass, I see the bright sparkle in my eyes bouncing back at me. It’s a rare sight. I’ve never felt so happy, so relaxed and safe – shielded from my past and the world. Theo makes me so happy. He makes me feel valued. Untouchable. So special, and completely consumed.
I don’t understand it, but I can’t ignore it. Trying to reflect back on my life without Theo in it is impossible, because his presence now is so powerful, anything before is diluted by it. And that is so very appealing. He’s chasing away the fear I fight to keep buried every day. He’s soothing my hidden sadness. He’s given me something I didn’t realize I wanted.
Safety.
He feels like he could be my . . . I let my thoughts fade there, telling myself that I’m getting ahead of myself. Or am I? I consume his thoughts, invade his dreams, and he craves my touch. For a man who doesn’t like to be touched, that’s a profound confession. He’s made me endless promises, told me I can trust him. I’ve never once doubted that. I trust him with my life. And I trust him with my heart.
I return to my earlier thought, the one I stopped myself from thinking. And though it scares me a little, I admit that he feels like he could be my cure. And I also admit that I’m falling for him.
I breathe in and laugh a little on my exhale. You silly woman, Izzy. I’m not falling. I’ve fallen. Hard. So damn hard. It’s an incredible feeling. One of hope, peace, and happiness. Just like I imagined. It’s also unstoppable, and that’s terrifying. I’ve been in control of my emotions for so long. I’ve dictated the rules, managed my fears. Now, I’m at his mercy. My heart is at his mercy. My feelings are his to control.
I’ve fallen in love with a man who is feared by most but has shown me nothing but utter tenderness since we met. I’ve fallen in love with a man who pulled a gun on someone but was doing it to defend and protect me. I’ve fallen in love with a man who radiates violence, but I just know he would never be violent towards me. I’ve fallen in love with a man who can’t bear to be touched but craves my touch. I’ve fallen in love with a man who has a natural, powerful urge to protect me. To look after me. Yet I don’t really know him. Do I need to? Can I leave my heart open and exposed to a man who is so confounding? ‘Don’t hurt me, Theo,’ I whisper to myself. ‘Don’t let me down.’
A noise behind me has me pivoting and finding him filling the doorway to his bedroom, a towel wrapped around his lean hips. My head tilts, and I fall into a daydream, running my gaze over every inch of him until I reach his smiling eyes. His face. Fierce but angelic. ‘I love you,’ I whisper to myself, so quietly I know he couldn’t have heard me.