Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
He groans. I feel wetness between my legs. I don’t know if it’s from him or me. I want it to be both, but more than anything I want it to be his. That I turned him on so much I got him to come in his pants.
I let out a sigh as he starts moving again. He enters a room that’s dark. A strike of lightning fills the room with light for a moment, letting me see the giant bed in the center of the room before he lays me down onto it. He goes for the button of my pants, pulling them down my legs. I kick my shoes off for him. I think we're going to do more, but a moment later he crawls into the bed next to me, pulling me into his arms.
“Would you rather sleep downstairs?” he asks.
“No.” Right here is more than fine. I’m not scared. How could I be with him wrapped around me? His words are still playing on a loop in my mind.
I’d do anything you asked me. Would he still feel the same if I asked him to be mine? With that thought, I snuggle deeper into him, allowing myself to enjoy every bit of the comfort he’s giving me.
6
Davis
Precious Joanne Campbell. I know now why she has everyone call her PJ. The Campbell last name wasn't lost on me when I’d brought her up in my system. I know her brother. We’d met a few times over the years. All of her brothers have made a name for themselves. What I’d never heard about was them having a sister. They have kept her hidden away to a certain extent. Not that I blame them. She is, after all, precious.
Her head rests on my chest, her blond locks tickling my skin whenever she shifts a little. She’s been out for hours. I told myself I wasn't going to fall asleep, scared I’ll have one of my nightmares and jerk awake, scaring her. The storm already did that and I didn't want to add to her fear. It was a battle I hadn't won. When she’d tucked herself into me, breathing against my skin, I’d drifted right off to sleep with her for a few hours.
Now I am wide awake, staring at her like the creepy stalker I’ve become. She let me kiss her. Then she let me make her come. She was breathtaking. Watching her come for me in my arms was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Hearing my name spill from her lips as she orgasmed was something I am looking forward to listening to for the rest of my life. She is something else. Yet perfect for me in every way.
She’s what my mom would have called a rare beauty. Full of passion and fire. One that if you’re lucky to get close enough to, allows you to see the other side of that passion. The valuable side that needs protecting but not in a way that suffocates it. I want to be that for her.
I trail my fingers up under her shirt, feeling her soft skin under my rough hands. She pushes herself into me more as she arches her back, letting me know she’s enjoying my touch. Not many do.
My hands have spent years creating pain. This is new for me. I don't want to let her go but would that be suffocating her? To try and keep her for myself? Not if she wants to stay, I reason with myself. I’m not sure how the hell I am going to manage that. Sure, she let me kiss her. Touch her too, but for how long?
Jameson offered her a job. That would keep her here. I know she works for her brother and under that is the security for one Bunny Rose. As I watched her and Bunny together they acted more like friends than anything. I’m not sure Bunny will need security anymore now that she is out of the limelight and I all but caught her stalker. Jameson lured him out. I pinned him down. She shifts again, her hand sliding up my chest and around my neck to hold me closer. A sweet sigh comes from her.
She smiles as she slowly opens her eyes to meet mine. They go wide for a moment. Again, thunder booms outside. The storm isn't going to be letting up anytime soon. It quieted down for a little while but now it’s back at it again.
“Hi.” She starts to pull her arm back, but I tighten my hold on her. I love the small moments when I see shyness creep in on her. She tries to hide them, but I’m silently letting her know I don’t want her to go anywhere. I’m enjoying what she’s doing to me.