Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 21964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
“What are you doing?” she asked, as they made their way downstairs.
“Finishing our sandwiches.”
He walked them into the kitchen, and she knew she shouldn’t be charmed by him, but she was. She loved how he took charge and forced her to sit down at the small table in the kitchen. He placed her plate in front of her, along with the bag of cheese-and-sour-cream chips she was eating. She watched as he opened the bag and poured a generous amount onto her plate. Next, he did the same with his own plate.
She looked at his endless tattoos. None of them made any sense to her. There were a couple of crosses on his back, his arms, a few skulls, what appeared to be a gravestone, along with flowers. All of his ink was in black. There was no color.
She wanted to ask him so many questions. He sat down, and they were both naked, and she couldn’t help but steal glances his way. Who was this man?
“How old are you?” Lucy asked.
He laughed. “Shouldn’t you have asked me before seducing me?”
She gasped. “I did not seduce you.”
He raised a brow, to which she rolled her eyes.
“I’m forty-five. Are you having regrets?”
“No, not at all.” She took a bite of her sandwich and added a chip into her mouth. “Have you ever been married?”
“No.”
“There’s no ex-wife or ex-girlfriend from your past?”
“None.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
She looked at him and noticed his intense stare as he looked at her. What was going through his mind? She had no idea what he was thinking.
“There is no one from my past, Lucy. I did not have a wife or a girlfriend. There was no one.”
She then remembered he had mentioned on their first date that it was also his first. “You didn’t date?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“There was no reason to date.”
This made her curious.
Isaac reached out and took her hand. “I was not a virgin with you, Lucy. I lived my life and in the past, I didn’t need to date, because women were happy to throw themselves at me without invitation.”
“Oh,” Lucy said.
“Yes, oh. There was no dating involved.”
Okay, that just made her even more curious about him.
“Lucy, my past is exactly that and is where it should be. You do not need to worry about anything, because it is all dead.”
She had a feeling he was trying to tell her something without saying the words. She couldn’t look away, so she nodded.
It was time to stop questioning him about his past. That was where it was going to stay.
Chapter Seven
Waking up to Lucy in his arms was a dream come true. For a few seconds, Isaac held her in his arms and just looked down into her sweet face. He hated and loved taking her virginity yesterday. Her sharp scream of pain would ring in his ear for the rest of his life, and he had been patient. There was no way he wanted to cause her any kind of pain.
When she started to wriggle on his cock, it had taken him every ounce of restraint not to respond, but he had done it. He never wanted to hurt her. Isaac waited for her to be ready, for her to ride his cock, and it had been perfect. She’d gone from pain to pleasure within seconds, and he was going to make sure she always felt pleasure.
Lucy opened her eyes, then turned toward him with a smile on her lips. He was fast growing addicted to that smile, and only ever wanted to be the one she smiled at.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning.”
“How long have you been staring at me?” she asked.
“Not long.”
She chuckled. “You know that sounds kind of creepy?”
He smiled down at her. “You think the guy sharing your bed is kind of creepy.”
“Well, now that you put it like that, maybe the guy sharing my bed should kiss me.”
“Should he?” he asked.
“Yes, I think he should.”
He took possession of her lips and she moaned, arching up against him. He put his hand on her hip, drawing her closer to him, and he didn’t want to let her go. She was so beautiful.
“Is that good enough for my woman?” he asked.
“Your woman?”
“Yeah, because that is exactly who you are now, Lucy. My woman. All mine.” And he kissed her.
He had never staked his claim over a woman. No one in his world had ever been worth fighting for. He’d fight for Lucy. He would die for her. She was that special, and he knew how rare it was to find a woman that made him feel this way.
“Does that make you my man?”
“Always.” Breaking the kiss, he trailed his lips down her neck and heard her soft, subtle moan. That was all he wanted to hear. Giving his woman pleasure and hearing her respond.