Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 97337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Even now, when I should be afraid of what else he might do, I couldn’t bring myself to let thoughts of him mar what had passed between Drake and I.
Last night or this morning rather, had been amazing. It had certainly surpassed all expectations. Not that I had any, but even if I had, I can’t imagine that they would’ve come anywhere near what I experienced in this bed at his hands. Not once, not twice, but…
I felt my face heat in renewed shame as I recalled my wanton behavior and my mouth opened in a silent scream of horror as I bit into my fist. How could I have behaved so carelessly?
Now that the haze of lust had cleared somewhat, all that could go wrong was hitting me all at once. It was like a pail of cold water to the face. I tried easing out of his arms but he tightened his hold at the last second.
“Where are you going? It’s not time to get up yet. Still dark outside…” He mumbled the last, still half asleep and I held still lest I wake him up. My mind was in turmoil as it flitted from one horror to the next.
There’s so much that can happen. He could brag to his friends… Just that one thought alone was enough to make me want to crawl into a hole and die. What was I thinking? How could I risk a lifetime of hard work and always doing the right thing for a few moments of pleasure?
Maybe because it had been more than that. Maybe, because for the first time, I’d wanted something just for me something that was mine alone. Something I’d wanted more than I’ve ever wanted before.
But in the clear light of day I ask myself if it was worth it. Come morning if the whole thing blows up in my face, will I be able to look back on the night’s explorations without regret? I was close to tears now as the beauty of what we’d shared started to fade in the face of doubt.
“What’s the matter, why aren’t you sleeping?” Good, now I’ve gone and awakened him when all I want is to be left alone with my thoughts. To figure out my next move now that I’d made a mess of things.
He didn’t give me time to answer, but turned me onto my back and leaned over me. The only light in the room came from the fading moon that shone through the light curtains that covered the window across from the bed.
He reached over me and switched on the table lamp before looking down at me. “What’s got you so worried? You thinking about what happened in the parking lot?” If only. I was beginning to think that was the least of my problems.
I could only shake my head in the face of his intense look and tried closing my eyes to get away from his all seeing stare. He took the opportunity to push my legs open and before I could utter a word he was there, pushing into me again.
“You have nothing to worry about. I’m here.” With his arms coming around me, holding me close as he shoved himself into me, it was easy to believe his words. And just as before, I soon forgot everything else but the feel of him, and was soon lost in the sweet passion he’d so newly awakened inside me.
Another shared shower later and it was time for him to go. I was a little reassured when he was the one to make the suggestion that he leave before anyone in the neighborhood woke up and saw him leaving my place. That could only mean that he didn’t plan to broadcast what had happened between us.
“Come ‘ere.” I’d followed him to the door to see him off because I suddenly hated to see him go. The little house was already beginning to feel empty and he hadn’t even crossed the doorway yet.
He pulled me into his arms until my feet left the ground and kissed the air from my lungs before setting me back down on my feet again. He brushed his hand over my hair and kissed my forehead, something that I found way too sexy for its innocence, before walking out the door.
“Lock up behind me and don’t answer the door for anyone. I’ll have someone drop your car off later so don’t worry about it.” I’ve always thought of myself as a staunchly independent woman. So I find it passing strange that his take-charge attitude rings all my bells. His gruff command made me weak in the knees.
I walked back into the bedroom and stared at the scene of the crime. I didn’t feel like climbing back into my now empty bed so I headed to the mudroom and the dryer to remove the sheets we’d changed earlier after our first shower.