Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
“Peter,” she said.
“Niamh.” I nod at her. “I would have made you breakfast, but I get the sense you’re a cereal kind of girl.” Also, she didn’t have any bacon or eggs in the fridge.
“Uh, yeah, I’m not a big breakfast person.”
“And you like instant coffee,” I said, holding up my mug.
She looked like she wanted to run away.
Kissing her last night had been the first step, but I had felt how tense she had gotten in my arms, which was why I slumped as if I was about to fall asleep.
“Yeah, I like instant. It’s … cheap,” she said, pressing her lips together. I saw how flushed her cheeks were and I couldn’t help but wonder if she was thinking about me and that kiss last night. I hoped that was exactly what she was thinking about.
I knew I enjoyed the feel of her lips. They were soft and plump. In fact, glancing down the length of her body, which I knew she’d gotten completely covered, I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to fuck her.
Ivan had given me the mission. I’d do what he said, but now, I had a feeling I would actually enjoy fucking this woman. She’s pretty. Skittish, but pretty.
Over the past four weeks, I had come to love her eyes. That twinkle she couldn’t quite disguise when she had figured something out, or she’d been able to do something. She was breathtaking.
I poured her a mug of coffee and placed it on the table where the milk, sugar, and cereal were waiting.
“How are you feeling?” she asked, pulling out her seat and sitting down.
“Fine.”
“Fine? No hangover? No need for some magical cure to help ease your poor head?”
I shrugged. “I don’t get hungover.” Not exactly a lie. I don’t drink enough to ever get hungover.
People took advantage of drunks, and I made sure I was never put in a compromising position, so it would never happen to me.
“You know, a lot of people are going to hate you,” she said, smiling. “So, if you don’t get hungover, do you forget things?”
“I remember I kissed you last night.”
She stopped pouring cereal out and glanced over at me. I stared right at her, and I watched her cheeks go flush.
“Oh,” she said.
“Do you want to talk to me about that?”
“It’s fine. It was a mistake and you were drunk and it is never going to happen again. We don’t have to talk about it.”
She was cute when she rambled.
“It wasn’t a mistake.”
She jerked the cereal up, and several pieces spilled out of the top, landing on the table, and a few ended up on the floor. I made her nervous.
“I, uh, I don’t think we should talk about this.”
“Talk about what? The fact that since I first saw you at the diner, I’ve been thinking about kissing you?” I asked.
“You shouldn’t say those things.”
“Don’t you like the truth?”
She pushed her chair back and took a step away. I got to my feet, and it didn’t take me long to close the distance she was trying to create. Nor was it hard to manipulate her movements and have her pressed up against the door of the fridge, with no way to escape.
If, for even a second, I thought she was afraid, I’d back away. I’m not here to scare her. I’m here to … well, arouse her. To get this party started.
I couldn’t waste more time with bounty hunters on the loose, potentially tracking her down. Putting both of my hands on either side of her head, I stared into her eyes.
“Peter?”
“What’s the matter? Are you afraid of me?”
“I … no, I’ m not afraid of you.”
“Then what is wrong?”
“There are other women who want you, and they will do anything you want.”
I close the distance between us, so that she could feel the hard ridge of my cock pressing against her stomach. “No other woman makes me feel like that.” I had to stop playing the long game, and instead play the short game.
Ivan, for whatever reason, needed this woman pregnant. It was my job to get her pregnant, and training her, touching her, wasn’t doing the trick. I could no longer attempt to flirt or take my time. I needed to get into her pants, fast.
“Peter?” she asked.
“Is there another guy?” I asked. “Is that why you don’t want me? There is someone else you want.”
“I don’t know what to do with this. I’ve never been put in this position. I … I…”
She was struggling and that was when I realized something. Niamh didn’t have a clue what was happening right now. Even though her father was Finn Byrne, and I had been under the assumption she knew exactly what was going on—sex, fucking, making love, whatever word people wanted to call it—Niamh didn’t have a clue. I was attempting to seduce a woman who’d never experienced it. Did Ivan even know this?