Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
“I can go zap the breakfast casserole.” My legs shake as I step off the bed and grab the first nightgown in my drawer, tossing it over my naked body.
“You okay?”
I nod and flash a nervous grin. “I’m good. A little sore and wobbly, but good. Very good.”
This time my smile is more natural and confident as I make my way downstairs on shaky legs. I look around the kitchen and the living room with new eyes. I’m no longer a virgin.
And I don’t know how I feel about that.
I don’t know if the world is brighter or if the birds are singing louder, but I know I feel good. My body feels more relaxed than it ever has, and I can’t stop smiling, wondering if we could do it again today.
I look down at my gown and gasp in horror. It’s one of my long cotton gowns that is incredibly comfortable and airy but as far from sexy as one can get and still be a living, breathing woman. Oh, well. He’s seen me naked, put his mouth on my most private areas, and seemed to enjoy himself.
What’s a granny gown between lovers?
Is that what we were now, lovers? Or did we have to do it more to be considered lovers?
Shades is still naked on the bed when I return with two plates and two glasses of juice. “You’re still naked.”
“So are you, underneath.” He wiggles his eyebrows playfully and takes the tray so I can get onto the bed. “So, still a virgin…”
“Yeah.” I shrug. “I never wanted to have sex until after I was married.”
He listens and nods thoughtfully before his gaze meets mine. “Do you regret what just happened?”
“No. Absolutely not,” I assure him. “I could never regret something so incredible and eye-opening. Something so intimate and wonderful and especially because it’s with you. I don’t regret a thing about today.”
“No?”
I shake my head. “Not unless you tell me we can’t do it again.”
He growls and reaches for the orange juice. “In that case, we better refuel and rehydrate.”
My body trembles at his words, and I dig in to my food, no hint of self-consciousness even though I’m practically naked with a man in my bed.
My mother is going to kill me.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Shades
A virgin. A fucking virgin. Well, a former virgin now. Still, I can’t believe it. Me with a virgin, and there’s no fucking doubt in my mind that Letty is now my woman.
Hell, not just now. We can both deny it, but I’m pretty sure she’s been my woman since the moment I met her.
Shit, my cock is hard again just thinking about the way her pussy grips me tight, fits me like a goddamn glove. She was as tight as she was wet. I have a new understanding of why some men love virgins.
“You’re thinking awfully hard over there,” Letty says with a smile in her voice. She’s sitting cross-legged on the bed with her plate in her lap, her gaze fixed on me. “Are you having regrets? Worried that I’m now expecting a ring?”
“Are you?”
“No,” she sighs, but there’s a smile on her face. “You seem like a guy who has no desire to get married.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Don’t get offended.” She frowns at her plate and sets her fork down. “The food is still cold. I’ll go reheat it,” she says and jumps off the bed as if it’s on fire, and immediately, I know what she’s doing.
“I don’t get offended, Letty.”
She nods but grabs my plate and rushes from the room. I give her five seconds before putting on my boxers and joining her in the kitchen. She gasps when she sees me, and I grin at her looking like somebody’s wife in a floor-length nightgown. I’ll have to talk her into something sexier.
“You scared me. I’m coming upstairs.”
“You’re avoiding the question. Why do you think I have no desire to get married?”
She sighs and shakes her head. “Because, Shades, you’re over thirty, right?”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“Okay,” she nods. “If you had any desire to get married, you’d have a serious girlfriend. Or you might have had a serious relationship in your past. Did you? And if you did, where is she now?”
“No. I didn’t. I was in the military for most of my twenties. That’s not a time to get serious about anyone when you don’t know if you’ll be back in one piece, if at all.”
I’m also not sure a woman exists to make me want to get married, a thought I keep to myself because as selfish as I am, I want another go-round with her.
“Okay, fine.” She opens the microwave and shoves the dish inside angrily. Letty turns to me and folds her arms. “So you’re saying that marriage isn’t off the table?”