Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 83800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
It hasn't left me any less sexually frustrated, especially after yesterday in his bedroom, but the change of pace is actually nicer than I thought it was when he pumped the brakes several days ago. I still fought against slinking into his bedroom after the sun went down and the house got quiet.
I've always hated Monday mornings, but today, it seems like that feeling is ten times worse. I don't want to leave the house or face people outside of this place, but I know I can't call in or just not show up either. My goal has always been my trip to Europe, but now, even the idea of it has lost its luster. I don't know if it's because my life is taking a different path or if I'm subconsciously afraid to travel alone after what happened to Kaylee at my house.
I glance down at my watch for the millionth time, wondering how only a few minutes have passed since I looked at it earlier. The time spent waiting to meet him this morning has just been crawling by, a stark contrast to how fast our time goes when we're together.
I pull in a deep breath and push myself off the counter. I'm a punctual person, so I guess there's no harm in going down a little early.
I grab my cell phone and purse, knowing I won't be back upstairs before heading for work, and I leave the bedroom.
My feet urge me to move faster, and I physically have to fight my body not to run down the stairs and directly into the kitchen. I feel like a schoolgirl with a crush, hurrying to class just so I can watch him from across the room.
Despite being early, Robert is in the kitchen, standing at the stove.
Sensing me, he gives me a quick look over his shoulder, a slow smile spreading across his face when his eyes dip before trailing up the length of my body. My outfit is very demure. My dress hits me at my knees, and despite the vee at my throat, it doesn't drop low enough to hint at cleavage. However, it doesn't seem to keep his imagination from working.
"Good morning," he says, his voice gravelly as if it's the first words he's used since waking up.
"Hey," I say, suddenly nervous, although I wouldn't hesitate to wrap my legs around his waist if he gave me the option.
"Did you sleep well?"
I nod, chewing the inside of my cheek to keep from telling him I wouldn't have minded losing sleep had he come to my room. The glint in his eyes as his smile spreads tells me he understands without the words falling from my lips.
I watch, enthralled by the smooth movements of his body, as he walks toward me. I don't know where my shyness comes from, but I become a little nervous as he steps up in front of me.
As if he bore witness to my struggle with that one strand of hair this morning, he brushes it back behind my ear, his eyes locked on my mouth.
I pull in a breath, feeling the urge to speak to ease the anxiety I'm feeling, but before I can, he lowers his mouth to mine. His lips are warm and soft and everything I've wanted since our kiss in his bedroom yesterday afternoon.
My lips part, giving him access to my mouth, and he doesn't squander the opportunity to swipe his tongue along mine. I melt into this man, giving him more of my weight as his left arm wraps around my back, his right hand cupping my jaw.
The intimacy of his touch makes me ache, a need rising up that I'd gladly feed right in the middle of this kitchen if he even so much as hinted that it's the same thing he wants.
The kiss ends long before I want it to, but his eyes stay locked on my mouth for long seconds.
I'm thoroughly seduced, ready to give him anything he asks for. From the way his growing erection is pressing against my lower belly, I get the sense that he'd just as easily give in to those carnal urges if I pressed the issue.
Instead of taking a step back, he presses against me harder, my hips circling with an urgency I feel bone-deep.
"Robert," I whisper, wanting and needing more.
He responds by dropping his mouth to mine once more, the softness in his touch on my face transitioning until he has most of my hair in his hand at the base of my skull. His grip tightens, giving him the power to tilt my head back exactly how he wants it. There's just something about relinquishing that power to him that makes me squirm in his embrace.
His mouth is magic, his lips against mine, something I never knew I needed until I experienced it.