Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
When I walked into my bedroom twenty minutes later, I was surprised by all the additional pillows.
“What’s all this?”
“So you’re comfortable.”
I smiled at him. “I was okay before.”
“You’re hurt, Evan. You need to take it easy.”
I looked at him.
“Sit,” he said quickly, passing me a clicker for a new enormous TV that was now mounted to the wall above my chest of drawers.
I looked at it as I sat down on the bed. “Why did I need a new television?”
“Because the old one was tiny,” he informed me. “You needed binoculars.”
“I see.” I smiled at him. “That’s very thoughtful of you.” I didn’t argue or tell him to take it back. Dixon didn’t work that way. Gift giving was his love language, and I knew that. I wasn’t about to break his heart over a sixty-five-inch smart TV.
“Thanks,” he murmured. “What can I get you to drink?”
“Nothing.”
“You wanna watch a movie?”
“No.”
“Okay,” he replied, and then he left the room.
I put the controller on the night table and watched him go. He got very busy coming in and out, carrying stuff, and asking me if I wanted or needed anything each and every time. I understood then that I wasn’t the only one who was a little weirded out. Over the next hour it made me tired just watching him hustle around the apartment. I reached out and took his hand the hundredth time he passed by me.
“Yes.” He smiled down at me expectantly. “What can I get you?”
“Nothing,” I answered, looking up at him. “I just wanna lie down.”
“Oh.” His brows furrowed slightly, like he was worried. “You need help?”
“No. I want you to lie down with me.”
He chuckled. “I don’t think so.”
“Why?”
“Because you’d end up getting attacked, and you’re not up for that,” he said firmly, squeezing my hand before he let it go, about to turn and leave me.
I grabbed his wrist before he could take even a step away. “I’m not?”
“No.”
“How do you know?” I asked. I was actually feeling pretty good. My orgasm the night before had absolutely sealed the deal on my need to bed the man. I was more than ready. And even though I was concerned that my body and my heart were still a little too closely entwined where he was concerned, I wanted him too much to worry about it.
“Ev,” he said with an indulgent sigh, “I haven’t slept with you in forever, and all I wanna do when I look at you is….” He trailed off, and I saw his jaw clench hard.
“What?” I asked, releasing his wrist.
“Never mind,” he snapped out, forcing a smile even though his voice was full of sand. “Quit buggin’ me. Lie the fuck down.”
“I’d rather lie down with you.”
He took a step away from me. “Ev, you’re hurt, and I already feel crappy enough about what I did to you yesterday, and you’ve been through this huge ordeal that I don’t even know how to… I’m so lucky that you––”
“You’re a mess.”
He raked his fingers through his hair. “You have no idea.”
“You were really worried about me,” I stated.
“Yes.” He nodded, and I saw his gaze turn soft.
“Come here.”
He just stared at me.
“Why don’t you want to be close to me? You didn’t have any trouble in the hospital.”
“It was different in the hospital.” He cleared his throat. “I couldn’t––we couldn’t do any more than what I….” He swallowed hard and then cleared his throat. “Here’s the thing. I wanna make love to you so bad that it’s just––”
I laughed out loud. “Make love to? That’s a bunch of shit. Since when?”
He wiped his eyes roughly, smiling slightly. “Yeah, right.”
“Say what you mean,” I demanded, my voice flat.
He nodded, eyes on the floor before they flicked up to mine. “I wanna fuck you.”
“Then do it,” I told him.
He smiled at me like I was five. “Honey, you don’t get it,” he said indulgently. “You don’t have the stamina to take what I––”
“If I ride you, like you said before, it’ll be fine.”
His moan was loud and deep, filled with need. “Ev, I… I would be all over you, and I would really try and be gentle if I got in bed with you, but maybe I wouldn’t be able to stop or be gentle or––”
“Yes, you would,” I assured him. “And I’m in better shape than you think.”
He looked so pained.
“So what, then, if you don’t trust yourself?”
He blew out a quick breath, clearly relieved that I was dropping it. “We’ll just wait until you feel better.”
“And what if the spell wears off by then? What if I tell you to just go home without me?”
“You already did that.”
“Well, what if this is your one and only shot? What if me saying ‘Dixon Bain, please let me feel your cock buried inside me’ is the only offer I’m going to make you?”