Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
“I can tell.” I brush my fingers over his buzz-cut. “You must’ve worked pretty hard since your hair is slightly darker at the temples.”
His full lips curve up at the corners in a sheepish grin. “Yeah, it’s a damn good thing I don’t live somewhere that’s humid all the time because my hair is like a damn sponge. It’d never be dry.”
“That’s one of the things I love about Vegas.” I wind a lock of my hair around my finger. “I grew up in a small town in Iowa near the Mississippi River, and the humidity there was almost as bad as Florida. Controlling the frizz was a full-time job, but it’s way more manageable here.”
I let go of my hair, and Rem’s gaze drops to where it lands—right on top of my breast. His eyes fill with heat, and I try to swallow down the nervous lump in my throat. Even though I moved to Vegas a couple of years ago, I’m not into the party lifestyle like a lot of other people my age are. I’m still a small-town girl at heart, and I don’t spend much time around guys unless I’m at work. Rem might be my Stunt Coordinator, but what’s happening between us has nothing to do with work. You can’t get much more personal than passionate kisses and admissions of virginity.
“Your hair’s fucking gorgeous.” He brushes his lips against mine before standing. His gaze sweeps down my body. “Just like the rest of you.”
I feel the heat of my blush sweep up my chest and neck to my cheeks as I whisper, “Thank you.”
He grabs a pad of paper and pen from the table and hands them to me before heading to the back of the trailer. “Don’t forget to write up that list. I’ll give it to one of the production assistants later so I’ll always have stuff you like on hand.”
One small word in his statement jumps out at me. “Always, huh? It sounds like you think I’m going to be spending a lot of time here with you.”
He pauses in the doorway of the bathroom to look at me over his shoulder. “I don’t think it. I know it. And if you need me to, I’m more than willing to prove to you exactly how sure of that I am.” I quickly shake my head, making him chuckle. “Is my little daredevil afraid of the methods I might use?”
“I wouldn’t say afraid,” I deny, shifting to sit up on the couch and wrapping my arms around my knees. “It’s more like I’m a little worried about how you make me forget a promise I made to myself when I first started high school.”
He turns towards me and quirks up an eyebrow. “What’d you promise yourself?”
My cheeks fill with heat again, and I duck my head as I softly admit, “No sex before marriage. I want to be a virgin on my wedding night.”
I’m reluctant to lift my head because I’m scared of what I might see in Rem’s eyes. When a rumor went around my high school that I was saving myself for marriage, the boys mostly reacted in one of two ways. Either they avoided me like the plague because they knew they weren’t going to be able to get into my pants, or they tried even harder because they wanted to be the guy who got to pop my cherry. Rem doesn’t strike me as the kind of man who’d react like those boys, but even after only meeting him a few hours ago I know I’ll be devastated if I’m wrong.
“Look at me, baby.” I respond to the thread of command in his tone, and my heart races when I catch sight of his face. With his eyes full of determination, his lips firm, and a muscle jumping in his jaw, I have no doubt that he takes my vow of chastity seriously. “When I said you’re mine, I shouldn’t have only mentioned your mouth, tits, and pussy. If I gave you the impression that I’m just after your body, I’m damn sorry. That wasn’t what I meant at all.”
I add his willingness to apologize to the list of reasons why it’s good I decided to wait in his trailer. My mom always told me it’s a quality I should look for in a man. It’s not every day that a girl meets a hot guy who’s comfortable with admitting when he’s wrong, let alone one who’s so open about what he wants. “Thank you.”
“Now that we’ve got that out of the way, let me make this perfectly clear. I want all of you. Body, heart, and soul.”
Whoa. That’s one heck of a declaration. Is he saying he wants to marry me? I don’t have the courage to ask, so instead I blurt, “It doesn’t bother you that you would be my first everything?”