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)
I spun around, breaking all contact Peter had with me, and I lifted my head, looked him in the eyes, and asked him to take me back to his place.
I was ready, because I didn’t know what the future held, but what I did know was that right now I wanted to be with him. My father wasn’t here, so who I was didn’t matter. Peter wanted me for me, and I wanted to hold onto that with both hands and not let go.
Chapter Eight
Peter
Standing in the bedroom, I wait for Niamh to arrive. She was in my bathroom. I’d followed her request exactly. Tonight, the plan had been to try and break down those walls she had built around herself. Ivan had given me time. I had to believe he had men or women in place to deal with whatever bounty hunter made their way to Pickle Quest. Also, it helped that no matter what, I was ready and alert for whoever the fuck made it into town.
I didn’t know what had changed her mind. From the moment we hit the mats, she’d been tense, trying to create distance between us. Even at the pool, I knew I made her nervous. Those were the kind of senses she needed to start listening to. I wasn’t a good man.
She was in the company of a bastard, and her body was telling her that, but she wasn’t going to listen. Need had taken over. Need and curiosity, and possibly a whole lot of everything else.
I’d waited for this moment, but now, as I stood here waiting for her, I realized I wasn’t exactly prepared for a fucking virgin. If Ivan was here, regardless of the respect I had for him, I believe I would have punched him, not just once either.
The door to the bathroom opened and Niamh stepped out. She wore a bathrobe, and her cheeks were a lovely shade of rosy red.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to take long.”
She’d taken a shower. I’d already taken one, giving her time to get used to being at my home. I wore a towel around my waist. I would have suggested we take one together, but I knew we both needed time.
“You know, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” I said. Again, I didn’t know why the fuck I was giving her the choice, when the truth was, neither of us had a lot of choice.
I needed to get her pregnant, and quickly. The bounty hunters would figure it out sooner or later, and one of them would get too close. I had a time limit.
“I want to do this,” she said. “I’m nervous. I’ve never done anything like this. I’d never even kissed a guy until you.”
Okay, that shouldn’t make me so fucking happy, but it did. In fact, I felt myself getting harder by the second, and all I wanted to do was fuck her, to take her hard. No other man had touched her. Niamh was a virgin. She’d not even been kissed.
“No one else had ever kissed these lips?” I asked.
“No.”
Cupping her face, I tilted her head back and stared at her lips. They were lovely and plump. Running a finger across those lips, I felt that temptation to kiss them again. I didn’t ignore it, and slammed my lips down on hers, feeling her moan as I did so. I swallowed the sounds she made and growled against her lips, not wanting to stop. I loved the feel of her mouth against mine.
Sinking my fingers into her damp hair, I held her against me. With my other hand, I couldn’t resist sliding down toward the curve of her ass, and gripping the flesh hard. I drew her against my body so we didn’t have any space. I didn’t want any distance. She felt amazing and I didn’t want to let her go.
But, I couldn’t just kiss her. I had got to get her ready. Even though Niamh being a virgin was a heady thing, I also knew this was going to hurt her. I had to be what I’d never been in my life—gentle. I didn’t even know what gentle was. I’d hurt, murdered, done everything I could to win.
Right now, Ivan needed me to be this suave gentleman to win the woman, and I didn’t fucking know how to do that. I only knew one thing, and that was I never failed.
He wanted a baby inside her, and that’s exactly what there will be. I moved us toward the bed, giving her time to tell me no. I would never force her to do anything she didn’t want to do.
She didn’t stop me, so I reached for the belt of her robe, slid it open, and there she was, in all her naked glory. I loved her curvy body, the fullness of her tits, the roundness of her hips, her full, juicy thighs.