Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 68870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
After a few more moments, I give up and flip off the water then grab a towel and dry myself off.
I grab a pair of sweats and rush back into the room, worried about what Minnie must think of my quick departure. I locked the door when the kids left, so I know she couldn’t have left. I installed a lock on the inside as well so only I could open the door. I should be ashamed, but I’m not. I have to keep her from leaving me. I was scared she might try and slip out one night. I know she doesn’t want to, but the lock is the only thing that lets me sleep.
When I make it back to the room she’s still sitting in bed. Her eyes are wide and go directly to my chest. They trace down my body. I know the sweatpants don’t do much to hide what I’m feeling for her right now, and she sees every inch of it through the thin gray material.
She looks unsure of what to say. She’s being shyer than normal.
“I want you, Minnie. Don’t ever question that.”
Her eyes widen and she smiles. The tightness in my chest lessens a little. Thank fuck she's not crying anymore.
“Why did you leave just then?” She wiggles a little, getting closer to the edge of the bed. Closer to me.
That bed has been a nightmare and welcome relief these past few nights. I’m able to hold her at night but not able to take her.
“I don’t know if you’re ready for what I want,” I admit.
“I’ve been giving you little hints. I thought maybe…” She shrugs.
“That I didn’t want you?” I yell because it’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard.
Her innocent touches, the way she’d look up at me through her long eyelashes. Her lips always parted, begging for attention. “If I had seen a hint…”
I shake my head, not finishing my thought. She would have been flat on her back with a baby in her belly.
I turn around so I can try to calm myself once again. She looks so innocent on the bed I want to pounce on her.
A small gasp has me spinning around to look at her. She comes off the bed and flies at me, and I catch her in my arms. She wiggles all around, trying to break my hold. “Put me down! I want to see it!” I place her on her feet, unsure of what she’s talking about, but I’m never letting her go. I keep my tight hold on her.
“See what?” I ask.
“You! Turn around.” I freeze, realizing what she wants to see. I slowly let her go then turn, giving her my back. I feel her fingers trace along my tattoo of the two sparrows whose wings are connected by a heart. “It’s you.” I hear the awe in her voice before her lips touch my back.
My body stays motionless and I close my eyes. Slowly she places kisses all over the tattoo, and every trail of her lips makes my skin ignite with need.
“I dream about you,” I hear her whisper. “You’re real.”
I turn around and look down at her. Her eyes are filled with wonder. I take a few steps back from her so I can breathe and not have her scent filling my lungs. She’s so sweet and having her this close is making me lose my control. But even that small amount of distance makes me anxious and I close the distance between us once again.
She studies my face. She’s looking at me as if I told her I created the world. It’s intoxicating. I need her to say something. Give me a clear sign of what she wants.
Her full lips part as if hearing my silent plea, and she tells me what I’ve longed to hear.
“Make love to me.”
Chapter Six
Minnie
I can’t believe that I just blurted that out. I want it more than anything.
My dreams were real. He’s real, and I want to be connected to him. It’s surreal and I want to grab a hold of him and never let go. I can’t have this fade away like my dreams do. But it wasn't a dream. He’s the boy from when I was little. I want to laugh thinking of him ever being a small boy, because he’s all man now. But even when we were kids he was never little. I don’t know how I didn't see it before now.
He takes another step towards me. His big hand rises, but pauses before it touches my cheek. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
Oh god, I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life. My eyes roam over his hard chest and up to his dark eyes. I reach out and place my palm on the place where his heart is beating. I begin to roam up his chest loving the feel of him on my fingertips. I take a step into him, pressing my body to his. His hand clenches before it comes to my hip and pulls me into a tight hold.