Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
He finally pulls the truck to a stop in front of a white two-story cottage house with three dormer windows and a wraparound porch. There’s a bench swing on one end and I wonder what it would be like to sit on it with Walker. Would he tell me about his day and listen as I told him about mine? Would he give me that compassionate look he gave me when we were trading secrets? Could I finally be somewhere that my presence is more than a bother, where I could be more than just tolerated?
“It’s so pretty. I had a dollhouse like this when I was young.” I blow out a breath, a strange feeling in my chest. Almost like I belong here. But that’s crazy. Walker is so much older than me. He’s experienced and hot. He wouldn’t be interested in a curvy virgin who’s never been kissed…would he?
“It’d be prettier if I had someone to come home to,” he admits in a quiet voice. “My parents passed away a few years back and now it’s just me alone in the big house.”
He’s lonely. The thought makes me ache for him and even though he’ll probably push me away, I crawl into his lap. I don’t know why I do it, only that it feels right. The moment his hands go to my hips, everything is perfect.
I settle against him, feeling the tell-tale ridge in his pants. Maybe I’m not the only one who’s been sitting here with dirty thoughts. The idea makes my heart beat faster.
“Jenna.” He sounds as if he’s in pain but not the bad kind.
I put my hands on his shoulders, feeling how strong and solid he is. My man is used to hard work. “Kiss me.”
Walker
I stare at my house, feeling pride when she calls it pretty. She makes it sound almost as if she wants to live here with me. The idea appeals to me more than she’ll ever know. I imagine filling the house with our babies. We’d have half a dozen or more because I’d breed her every chance I get.
“It’d be prettier if I had someone to come home to.”
Someone like you.
Jenna unbuckles her seatbelt and the next thing I know she’s crawling into my lap. My hands slip around her thick hips, and she plants a knee on either side of my thighs. It’s a tight fit in the cab of this truck which is fine by me since her pretty little tits are pressed right up against my chest.
When she settles right over my straining dick, I swear this is heaven. I haven’t taken a stitch of clothing off of her and it’s still so damn sexy.
“Jenna.” I meant to put a warning in my tone, to let her know that she’s only one second away from being devoured by this insatiable cowboy. But instead, my voice comes out strangled. She has to know I’m on the edge, and the thing about it is that I don’t care about going over. Not if she’s the reason that I do.
“Kiss me,” she breathes the words out softly, like a prayer she’s afraid won’t be heard. But I’ll always be the one to listen to her. It made me feel sick when she talked about being worried that her father would be disappointed she survived.
What kind of man lets his daughter grow up feeling anything less than treasured and adored? If Jenna were with me, I’d never let her doubt it for a second. She’d know every minute of every day just how much I cherish her.
Since I’m not the kind of cowboy that’s good at talking, I’ll have to show her what I’m feeling. I cup her face in my hand. Her skin is so delicate and soft. Her plump lips part and her cheeks pinken. In this moment, I’m suddenly sure of one thing: this woman is mine.
4
Jenna
Walker cups my face in his hand. Even the slightest touch from him has me shivering. He’s so big and strong and yet he’s being so gentle with me. Like I’m worth treasuring, and I want to believe that I am. I want to see myself through his eyes.
He leans forward and puts his lips against mine. The kiss is soft and exploratory. He’s gentle and tentative, taking his time. At least, he is until I moan.
Then he’s plundering me, taking what he wants as he deepens the kiss. His tongue strokes mine and his hands slide from my hips to my ass. He cups my globes and growls something in the back of his throat. It sounds like he called me his and I love the idea of belonging to this grumpy cowboy.
I press myself into his chest because I can’t get close enough to him. I need to feel every inch of this man, holding me, kissing me, possessing me.