Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
“No,” I answer succinctly. “We can figure all of that out in a few months.”
I want that window of time so I can find a way to get her to understand that I’m the man for her.
“We will.” She blows out a deep breath. “Everything’s changed, Donovan.”
I take a risk and reach out to cradle her beautiful face in my hands. “In the best possible way.”
A single tear falls from her eye. “It must have happened on the ship. I messed up the timing of my birth control pills, then I got sick from the shrimp scampi and couldn’t keep anything in.”
“Then I took you raw after we bathed together,” I continue our story.
Her tongue trails over her bottom lip. “I’ll never forget that.”
Neither will I.
I press my lips to hers for a soft kiss but she deepens it almost instantly when she wraps her hands around my biceps.
We break apart just as moan leaves her. “Come to bed with me?”
I don’t know if she’s asking for more than comfort, but I’ll give her whatever she needs. “It would be my pleasure.”
“That’s what I want,” she whispers, her gaze giving that away as it drops to the front of my jeans. “Pleasure.”
I’ll give her that every chance I get for as long as I get, so I hike her up so she can wrap her legs around my waist. “Tell me where I’m headed to, Delia.”
“My bed.” She glances over her shoulder. “It’s the last door on the left.”
With my hands on her ass, I carry her down the hallway while she rests her lips against my neck. “I love when you fuck me.”
I love you.
Those three words that I’ve been holding so tightly within me for weeks almost fall from my lips, but I keep them in because tonight is not the night for that.
Tonight, I’ll make her come under my touch again and again.
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
Delia
I swing open the door to my penthouse open fully expecting to see Donovan standing there even though he left no more than five minutes ago.
It’s not him.
It’s Mr. Winters. His gaze trails over my messy hair to my inside out T-shirt before it lands on the book in my hands.
“Delia,” he says with nothing but amusement in his tone. “Good morning to you.”
It is a good morning. It may very well be the best morning of my life.
“Hi, Mr. Winters.” I greet him with a smile, thankful that I took the extra time to tug on a pair of jeans before I bid Donovan goodbye.
I almost didn’t take that extra step but he kept tugging at the waistband of my panties in an effort to get back into bed.
I almost relented but I had to remind myself, and him, that he has a job to get to. He took off out of here after giving me one last kiss.
After we made love very early this morning, I read him two chapters of the book in my hands. He wanted more but I was exhausted, and as I drifted off to sleep, he jokingly told me that he was going to borrow the book unless I gave him a kiss.
I tried, but my lips were as exhausted as the rest of me.
“I brought you something.” My neighbor holds up a brown paper bag that is stamped with the logo from my favorite bagel shop.
It’s less than a block away and I’m convinced that I can smell them baking some mornings when the breeze is just right and I have my windows open.
Not wanting to appear rude, even though I’m still short on sleep, I motion toward my foyer. “Please come in.”
He does, never taking his gaze from my face. “You still have that glow, Delia.”
I can’t help but smile because that glow comes courtesy of all the good things in my life, including the baby.
“You look great today, too,” I say in reply to his compliment.
“I am great.” He places the bagel bag on the foyer table. “I just saw someone I haven’t seen in years. He was leaving our building as I was coming back from getting our breakfast.”
Mr. Winters hasn’t owned a pet in the time that I’ve been living here, but that doesn’t mean that he’s not talking about Donovan. People meet in the most unlikely places in this city.
“Maybe he was leaving your apartment,” he adds with a wink. “He’s a tall fellow. He has dark hair and what I think girls your age would call dreamboat eyes.”
He just described my lover to a T, but I only smile.
“He was in a rush.” He shakes his head, as he goes on, “And on the phone, so I didn’t get a chance to say hello to Victor.”
“Victor?” I ask, surprised that he didn’t say Donovan.
Just by the physical description alone, I was certain that he was talking about the man I spent the majority of my night with; the same man that I’ll share a child with in roughly seven and a half months.