Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 110824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
“I won’t be long. Will you be okay?” Victor asks as he escorts me to the study where my cousin is.
“No, Victorio. I’m totally going to hurt her. Niko bought me a collection of knives that I’ve been dying to try.”
I laugh when I hear Emilia’s sassy response. Victor takes me in his arms making my body flush all over. When we got back from the restaurant last night, I was more than half afraid that he’d push me beyond what I was ready for. Don’t get me wrong. We made out a lot, but nothing more than kissing and his hands roving over my body. I kept my clothes on, so he didn’t actually touch my flesh, even if it felt like his touch was vital to my very existence. We slept together—like we have before—but everything feels different from the way we were. Now, every touch means more. It could be because Victor has told me he wants to make me his future and I want that, too.
I’m just afraid I’ll screw it all up.
“For some reason, Emmie, I don’t really doubt that,” Victor teases.
“You shouldn’t.” She sounds serious, making me wonder if it’s the truth. Yikes. “Now, get out, you’re interrupting our girl time,” she orders.
“Yes, Ma’am,” he jokes. He pulls back from our embrace to look at me. His hand caresses the side of my face, as he places a kiss on my forehead. “I’ll be back soon, Kitten.” His voice is soft and tender. I feel something deep inside of me unfurl, making me flushed and happy.
“I’ll be here.”
“I’m counting on that.”
I thought we were done but instead, he leans down and presses his lips against mine. I’m sure it’s meant to be a quick touch, but there’s something I’ve learned since Victor’s return. I love his kisses and whenever possible I want more of them. I don’t even blink when he does it. Nope, not a bit. Instead, I put my hands at the back of his neck and pull him in deeper, while sliding my tongue into his mouth. Victor groans and takes over. From that point on, I follow his lead. I’m not even sure how long we kiss. It could be a minute or maybe an hour. That’s how engrossed I am in all the feelings and emotions that Victor brings out of me. When Emilia begins fake coughing though, we both stop. My muscles tighten in my body as I force myself to pull back.
“Don’t stop on my account,” Emilia taunts.
Victor frowns down at me. I get worried he’s upset with me because I deepened the kiss. “Sorry,” I mumble.
I unknowingly drop my head down. I’m just embarrassed and I don’t want to make Victor mad at me. He doesn’t let me get away with that. His fingers grip my chin, pushing it up so I have no alternative other than to look at him. “Don’t you dare be sorry, Kitten. In fact, when we get home, I’m going to want more and you’re going to give it to me.”
I don’t know if he can tell, but to me it feels like my eyes go wide as saucers. I can feel a bit of panic slide through me, but I must be honest, there is a lot more desire. I nod, unable to form words. He studies me for a minute and then, without another word, turns and walks out.
“Whew, honey! You two are about to set the room on fire,” Emilia cries excitedly.
“Emmie,” I whisper, wondering if I could spontaneously combust.
“Get your ass over here and dish the tea woman. I’d come to you, but I can barely waddle at this point.” She laughs, patting her stomach.
I try to tap down my embarrassment and walk over to sit in the chair across from where she’s lying on the sofa. Emilia is beautiful. She has this thick, lustrous black hair that is so dark it almost looks blue in a certain light. Right now, it’s down and laying in waves around her shoulders. She’s wearing a pale blue maternity dress. She’s absolutely beautiful, but I know she has to be miserable. She is past her due date and the doctor warned her that he’s not going to give her much longer before he puts her in the hospital. It’s important to her to deliver her baby boy naturally, but so far, he’s not cooperating.
I look around Callan and Emilia’s study. It’s a beautiful room full of dark wood and soft beige, leather furniture. The walls are painted in an almost vanilla color and the effect against the wood is as pretty as it is comfortable. Emilia used a blue-green color on the rugs and throw pillows as an accent color. It works because the floor matches the woodwork.
“Has Niko talked you into agreeing to have labor induced or to undergo a cesarean yet?”