Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
“What did I tell you?”
“Carson, you didn’t wear a condom,” she said.
He wrapped his arms around her and before she had chance to protest, he’d picked her up and carried her through to the bathroom.
“Carson, listen to me.”
“I have listened and I know.”
“What?”
He eased her into the water. It was nice and warm, and it smelled like coconuts, her favorite smell.
“But, I could get pregnant.”
He cupped her cheek. “I’ll be back.”
“Carson!”
He left the bathroom and she took a deep breath. What did that even mean? He knew he’d not worn a condom. Of course he had to know. He was a guy and he wasn’t a virgin. Neither was she, but that was beside the point. Shouldn’t he have remembered to use a condom?
He didn’t return to the bathroom right away.
“Carson!” She all but growled his name, annoyed that he had left her with this question hanging over her head. She hadn’t been thinking about protection, nor had she been thinking about babies. There was a lot she hadn’t thought about. Today had been about sex, about pleasure, nothing else.
“Carson!”
He stepped into the bathroom, carrying the blankets.
There had been blood on them. The evidence of her virginity. She watched as he put them in the laundry basket, and then hummed to himself as he moved toward the bath. She had no choice but to slide forward as he climbed in the back behind her.
“What are we going to do if I get pregnant?” she asked. “It only has to take one time.” It was crazy to think that right now, this very second, she might be pregnant with his child, while she was also worried that he’d lose interest.
“Then we’ll be having a baby,” he said, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, which of course it was, but that was beside the point.
“What?”
“You heard me, baby,” he said. “If you get pregnant, then we’re having a baby.”
Willow couldn’t not look at him as they were having this conversation. She spun around to face him. Carson moved her so she had no choice but to put her legs either side of his waist and straddle him, which was a distraction in itself. He was hard as rock again.
She felt a tightening between her thighs as she had no problem with having sex with him again. What had they been talking about?
Dick.
Sex.
Semen.
Kids.
Babies.
“You want to have babies?” Willow asked.
“Yes, I do.”
“With me?”
“I don’t see anyone else here,” he said, laughing.
“But, what if you grow bored with me?” she asked. It sounded so lame, hearing her say those words out aloud.
“Bored with you?” he asked. “Do you really think that’s possible?”
“I, er, yes, of course it is. You’ve gotten what you wanted, right?”
Carson sighed. “And you think sex is all I wanted?”
“That, and my virginity?”
“So, I’ve taken your virginity, don’t you think I should stick around for some more sex?”
She frowned. “This is … you’re confusing me, and you’re doing it on purpose, why?”
He chuckled. “You’re very wrong if you think I only want sex from you. Trust me, I want it all.”
She wanted to know exactly what all was. She knew what he had told her in the beginning, but had he really meant it? Was this a couple of weeks, a few months, a casual fling, a bit of fun? The list went on and on and to her seemed almost endless in possibilities.
“I can feel you thinking, Willow.”
“I’m not thinking.” She frowned because that was very much the truth. “I just don’t know exactly what you want from me.”
“Do you want me to spell it out for you?” he asked.
Did she? It was on the tip of her tongue to say “Hell, yes,” but then a part of her held back, which made no sense. She was the one who had started this conversation, not him.
“Make sure you want the answer,” he said.
Insufferable man. This was what her doubts were about. Did she really want to know the answer to the questions? There was so much she didn’t know.
If he told her he wanted an easy fling, would that matter? What if he put a deadline on it, would she care? Then she allowed herself to think of the possibility of forever, did she want to spend her life with this man? Toward the end of her life, her grandmother had adored him, but she knew who he was, what he was … could she spend her life loving this man?
She leaned back against him and closed her eyes.
Part of her wanted the answer, but another part of her was uniquely terrified of exactly what those answers would be, and the truth was, she wasn’t ready to know, not quite yet. She could wait. There was plenty of time to just enjoy what they had. She placed her hands on top of his and then slid them down, locking their fingers together.