Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 158(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 158(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
She wanted life, love, and happiness. He wanted to give that to her. Even though he knew she deserved better, he wasn’t going to let anyone have that chance. No one would be able to protect her the way he could.
The first kiss took him by surprise as it was fast, and so very … light. Just a simple peck on the lips. Hers on his. That was it, and it was over.
She pulled away from him, and her eyes seemed to go even wider, as if she was shocked. Carver waited, knowing there had to be more to the kiss.
Then, she leaned in closer, breaking the distance between them, and this time there was no rush. She didn’t try to headbutt him with the speed of her kiss. This was slow. Her lips touched his, and she took her time kissing him.
Carver was not going to play coy. Running his hands up, he gripped the back of her neck, and although he promised himself he wouldn’t do this, he also knew he had to be a teacher in this moment. Morgan didn’t have a clue what she was doing, and it was time for him to teach her.
Sliding his tongue across her bottom lip, he felt her gasp, and he took full advantage by plunging his tongue inside, tasting her, touching her. Her grip tightened around his neck, but she didn’t let him go, she held on even tighter. Without any guidance from him, she pressed her body flush against him, and he felt every inch of her this time. Her tits, her stomach, even her pelvis as she pressed against him.
Growling her name, he kept one hand at the back of her neck, and with the other he reached down, gripping her ass, loving the plump flesh within his palm.
He could gladly kiss her all fucking night and explore her body, but there was a knock on the door. Andy stepped inside.
“Sir, we have a situation.”
Chapter Four
Morgan stared at her reflection in her en-suite bathroom mirror. She’d already done her morning cleanse as well as her toner. She tried not to allow herself to be distracted by the previous night’s activities.
Yes, she had finally kissed her husband and it had been amazing.
That kiss had come to an abrupt end because of some situation she didn’t know the outcome of, because Carver asked her to go to her room to get some sleep. Morgan didn’t for a second believe she would be able to sleep, but alas, she had. Now, though, all she could think about was that kiss she and Carver shared. Not that she had anything to compare it to, but it had been an amazing kiss. She’d never kissed anyone else in her life.
Seeing death firsthand, taking any kind of risks had seen stupid to her, and she refused to put anyone else’s life in danger. She didn’t know if that made her a caring person or a coward. Death had been something she hated seeing. Sometimes, at those parties, there had been bets placed on how long it would take for someone to beg. They took bets on people pleading for their lives as if it was some kind of game.
She growled, gripping the edge of the sink, refusing to think about those nights and days. The screams. The laughter. She hated everything about it, and there hadn’t been anything she could do, although she had tried. Nothing could have helped, even asking her father if anything could be done. Questioning her father in front of other men was never good and always resulted in a beating, and sometimes even starvation.
Morgan closed her eyes, squeezing them tight until all the memories faded and all she was left with was last night. A single kiss. A kiss that had meant a great deal to her.
Opening her eyes, she reached up and touched her own lips, wondering if she was going to be able to feel him again. He had not come back to her last night, and now she was wondering what kind of situation there was.
Was Carver hurt? Had someone tried to kill him? Had someone tried to break into the house? Was Romone after some revenge because he’d killed her family?
She tried not to panic, but she left her bathroom, quickly changed into a brand-new dress, and then slid on a pair of flat shoes and left her bedroom. Stepping out into the main upstairs corridor, part of her expected to be stopped, but there was no one there.
Morgan rushed downstairs, making her way into the dining room, only to find the breakfast table set with food, but no sign of Carver. However, Andy was standing beside the table, as if waiting for her.
“Ah, you have arrived. Please come and enjoy breakfast. If there is anything missing from the table, please let me know.”