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)
Morgan didn’t hold anything back. She gave and took, and watching her release was one of the best things he’d ever experienced.
Chapter Six
The following morning, Carver was nowhere to be seen.
Morgan had slept the whole night in his bed, which for some reason was a little more comfortable than her own bed. It was probably in her head, and they both were just as comfortable. Only, this bed had Carver in it.
She slept beside him for most of the night, or until he left. Morgan wasn’t sure what time he had left. She couldn’t recall feeling the bed move as he left. The man was all stealth. Sitting up, she looked toward his side and frowned as she was pretty sure he’d made his side of the bed.
That orgasm had been amazing last night, and he’d given her three of them. All the time using his tongue. But, as much as she enjoyed him playing with her body, she also knew he’d not reached an orgasm. They hadn’t consummated their marriage.
Staring down at her hands, she couldn’t help but finger one of the rings. This was a marriage in name only right now. She didn’t know why it mattered so much to her. Taking a deep breath, she slowly exhaled, knowing this was crazy. Most of the women she knew that were due to be married were filled with fear and hatred for their husbands. Sex was something forced on them. Mistresses were what most married women hoped for.
She pressed her hands to her face, because the thought of another woman touching Carver didn’t fill her with relief. No, it filled her with anger.
Throwing the blanket off her body, she saw several doors in Carver’s room, and she decided to go for the one next to his closet. She only knew it was a closet because the door was still open. Finding the en-suite bathroom, she used the toilet, washed her hands, and tried to avoid staring at her reflection. She was still naked, but there was no point in avoiding it, so she glanced at her reflection in the mirror. Morgan wondered if she would see any signs of last night, but there were none. His lips had been a little rough last night with a day’s growth of stubble. There were no red marks, no signs of him touching her.
Again, she released another breath, and there was no way she was going to walk from this room to her own room. With the closet door open, she stepped inside, finding a shirt, along with a pair of sweatpants, and she pulled them on. The moment she did, she smelled like Carver. She couldn’t help but feel safe, and the scent of them reminded her of him. Did this make her crazy? Wanting Carver? Finding him addictive? Wanting to be with him as a wife?
She liked him. Maybe it was crazy, but she would put it down to the crazy upbringing she experienced. No one in their right mind would be comforted by The Beast, right?
Shaking off her thoughts, she left the bedroom, and rather than get changed, she decided to head straight to the dining room. She was hungry. Also, she didn’t want to remove Carver’s clothes. They were comfortable and of course they did smell like him. Stepping into the dining room, she found it was empty, and now she was a little more disappointed.
The food no longer looked appealing, but she wasn’t going to starve herself. She wondered where Carver was and what he was doing. She hoped he was safe. She picked up some toast, a few slices of avocado, and took a bite. She wasn’t interested in the bacon or sausages, or even eggs today.
“Good morning. Would you like some coffee?” Andy said, stepping into the dining room.
“Coffee? Where’s Carver?” she asked.
“He had to attend to some business. Now, would you like some coffee?”
She looked at her plate and then nodded. “Yes, thank you.”
He nodded like he always did, and then left.
She took another bite of her toast. Carver had to leave. She didn’t mind that he had business to handle, but why couldn’t he have woken her up? She could have at least kissed him before he left.
Get over yourself. He is not your … love.
She stopped chewing. Did she love Carver? There was no way of knowing. This was insane for her to even think about.
Andy came back, carrying a mug of coffee. The smell was incredible. He placed it down in front of her, and he had this smile on his face.
“What is it?” she asked, not knowing if she wanted the answer or not.
“Carver was in a very good mood this morning.”
And now, she wasn’t in a good mood.
“Would you like to tell me what is bothering you?” he asked, moving to take a seat beside her.