Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 25205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
“Totally forgot about those,” he laughs, racing over to shut off the smoke alarm. He easily reaches up and presses the button, reminding me of just how tall he is. I’d have to stand on a chair to do what he just did so casually. “Remembering not to burn your toast is harder than remembering how to change the timing belt on a Ford.”
“Ah, yes.” I nod, removing the burnt pieces and replacing them with two slices of bread. “Good ol’ timing belt on a Ford…”
We both laugh. I have no idea what I’m talking about. But I like that I don’t. I like the fact that Nash is an expert at something that I’m not even an amateur at.
The new slices of toast finish as he pours us both glasses of orange juice. We take the plates to his tiny kitchen table and sit so close our knees are just about touching. My heart flutters like butterfly wings as he slips a hand onto my thigh and squeezes, completely distracting me from the food he cooked–which is delicious.
He watches me the whole time. There’s a hunger in his eyes, but it’s not for breakfast. It’s for me. As I take my last bite, he leans back, his eyes focused like he’s unable to look away from me.
“So,” he says slowly. “Do you think you’re pregnant yet?”
My fork clatters to my plate, and I almost spit out my orange juice. He grins back at me like the naughty, wicked man he is.
“Nash!”
“What?” he laughs, leaning forward and taking my hand in his. “You don’t like that idea?”
My face is on fire. My skin tingles from head to toe. “I–I didn’t say that.”
He gently strokes the back of my hand with his thumb, keeping his eyes on mine. It’s like looking into my future. “You belong to me now, Grace. You know I can never let you go. So why not go all the way with me? Why not make sure the whole world knows you’re mine?”
I can’t help but smile. “You know what’s funny? I was actually just thinking about this upstairs.” I scoot my chair closer and place his hand on my belly. “Like…what if there’s a little baby growing in there? Yours and mine? How incredible would that be?”
He nods, his eyes blazing. “I want to see your belly all curvy, Grace. Getting rounder every day as my kid grows inside you. I want to see your tits get bigger–”
I laugh and shake from side to side, causing my boobs to jiggle under his T-shirt.
“What? They’re not big enough for you?”
Nash laughs. “They’re perfect, Grace. Everything about you is perfect.”
My cheeks are burning up. For some reason, I’m still slightly nervous around him, and I start to look away at the ground, but Nash doesn’t let me. He lifts my chin and moves right in for a kiss.
I let my lips fall open to accept his passionate ownership. His hands slip under the shirt I stole from him and cups my ass, lifting me up and onto his lap with such ease. His strength is such a turn-on. I love how easily he can pick me up.
My legs spread open instinctively.
“Are you still sore?” he whispers, delicately teasing the inside of my thighs with his finger.
“Yes.”
“You still want it?”
I nod quickly. Well, duh!
“That’s a good girl,” he growls.
His hand slips deeper between my thighs, and I feel him pause when he realizes my little secret; I’m not wearing my panties. And I’m already wet for him.
He groans again. I feel the rumble from his chest against my body. “You naughty little girl. Nice and ready for Daddy, aren’t you?”
I nod again. “Yes…”
“This is how I want you whenever you’re with me. Always ready for me.”
“Yes,” I reply, my body steaming with anticipation.
“Just like right now.”
Before I can even process what’s happening, Nash has slipped his briefs down and is setting me down on his hard cock.
My mouth falls open as the familiar stretch hits me. The ache is there, only this time it’s lessened, like my body is finally adapting to his size. Molding to him for a perfect fit. I go all the way down and feel him deep up in my stomach. The pressure is intense. It’s like I’m being speared through my center, impaled on his throbbing manhood.
He lifts my shirt, and his mouth finds my nipple. He sucks hard, and I arch into it. For some reason, riding him in this position has me feeling more in touch with my sexuality than I’ve ever felt. I grind down on him, my butt against his muscular thighs as he pulls my shirt over my head and tosses it aside.
“You’re so goddamn gorgeous,” he tells me, caressing every inch of me. “And you’re going to look even hotter when you’re pregnant.”