Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 90257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
I want to keep her with me.
I want this to grow into something more.
Air leaks from my lungs as those thoughts churn through my brain.
This is the first time I’ve ever wanted something permanent.
And Juliette?
She doesn’t think this is a relationship. If you asked her, she’d say that I’m helping her check items off a list. Somehow, I’ll have to convince her that this is so much more than either of us anticipated.
But I’ll have to be cagey about it.
Maybe trick her into thinking we’re just casually chilling and then, when the time is right, I’ll spring it on her that this is a relationship and lock her ass down tight.
I glance at the clock on the nightstand. It’s not even six in the morning and already my brain is spinning.
This is exactly what that girl does to me.
Before I can concoct a solid plan, I decide to use the bathroom. It’s carefully that I ease from the bed so as not to wake her before rising to my feet. I can’t help but glance at the pretty picture Juliette makes. The sheet has slipped down her chest and her delectable nipples are clearly on display. My mouth waters as a tortured groan rumbles up from my chest with the need to suck the rosy little tips into my mouth.
The second I return, that’s exactly what I’m going to do. Then I’ll slip deep inside the heat of her body. Even the thought is enough to stiffen me right up.
I scour the floor for my boxers before spotting them crumpled in the corner. We came home last night and immediately tore each other’s clothing off before falling into bed and making love twice.
That thought is enough to give me pause.
When have I ever considered sex love?
Never. Not one damn time.
My gaze slides back to Juliette as she continues to snore softly, oblivious to the thoughts circling through my brain. Her cupid’s bow of a mouth is parted as her chest rises and falls rhythmically. That’s all it takes for my heart to clench, squeezing so hard it becomes painful, because that’s exactly what it was.
For the first time in my life, I didn’t have sex.
I made love.
I was more concerned with her orgasm and giving her every bit of pleasure that I could than getting off myself. Those thoughts are like a revelation as I drag a hand over my face and swing away, heading toward the door.
Looks like we’ll be having that convo sooner rather than later. I need her to realize this is serious.
We’re serious.
Decision made, I crack open the door and peek into the hallway. Until we sit down and hash out the state of our relationship, I need to keep this on the down low. Although, moving forward, that’ll need to change. I don’t want to continue sneaking around like we have something to hide. In the beginning, it was all fine and good.
Kind of fun.
But now?
I want everyone to know that Juliette belongs to me.
I’m her man.
Me.
Not that family friend who was eyeing her up like she’s a sweet treat.
He needs to lose her number and never talk to her again.
I give my head a slight shake to clear it of these thoughts. Never in my life have I experienced even a whiff of jealousy where a female was concerned. It just goes to show you how different my feelings for Juliette are.
With those thoughts circling through my head, I slip inside the bathroom and take care of business before washing my hands and then putting a small dollop of toothpaste on my finger and scrubbing it over my teeth. When they’re passably clean, I rinse my mouth out. The quickest way to turn someone off is with dragon breath.
I open the bathroom door, ready to head back to Juliette’s room and wake her up with my dick, only to stumble to a halt as Carina leans all casual-like against the doorjamb with her arms crossed against her breasts. Her blonde hair is mussed and tumbling wildly around her shoulders.
“Well, well, well,” she says almost conversationally even though the expression on her face is anything but. “Isn’t this a surprise.”
I raise my brows. “A pleasant one, I hope.”
My attempt to lighten the mood with a bit of humor falls flat.
Her eyes narrow. “That has yet to be determined.”
Before I can say anything else, she straightens to her full height. Carina is tall. Probably somewhere in the vicinity of five foot ten. She takes a step forward and invades my personal space before stabbing a pointed finger at my bare chest.
“You hurt that girl, and I’ll come for you. Understand?” She cocks her head. “You don’t even want to know what I’ll do. But rest assured, you’ll never be the same again.”
I gulp. Carina can be scary when she wants. Like now. “Isn’t it a little early in the morning to be threatening my manhood?”