Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
I felt a tear drip down my face.
“How?” I asked.
He knew what I was asking.
How did he get it?
When he’d first mentioned it to me, all those nights ago under my roof covered in snow, my heart had practically sung. All the memories in that house, and the love under that roof. That’d been my dream growing up. And he’d had it.
“A lot of red tape, begging, bribing, and finally blackmail.” He laughed. “In the end, I had to pay a shitload of money, but it was worth it.”
“Oh, Jeremiah,” I whispered, tears clogging my throat. “That’s the best thing I’ve ever seen.”
And it was.
How did this man know what to do to make me feel better?
How did he know that I’d been wanting something a little bit bigger?
He must’ve read the question on my face, because he laughed and said, “I know everything about you now.”
Did he?
I leaned forward and all but crawled into his lap, giving him a serious look that clearly said, ‘do you now?’
“Why won’t you touch me?” I asked. “Is it because you no longer find me attractive?”
That’d been the burning question inside of me that seemed to be festering at this point.
Why wouldn’t he touch me?
Why wouldn’t he give me what we both wanted?
His eyes studied my face, taking every little nuance of my complexion in before saying, “I’m scared to hurt you.”
I blinked at him, unsure if I’d heard him correctly.
“I’m sorry, but what?”
“I’m scared to hurt you,” he repeated.
Okay, so I had heard him correctly.
I blinked. “And how will you hurt me?”
Granted, I still got the occasional headache, but those were getting fewer and further between the more that time went on.
“That’s just silly,” I told him, sitting myself down completely on his lap and leaning forward so that I could press up against him.
Which, I’d like to point out, he was completely ready for me.
Something that he always seemed to be ready for, yet never acted on.
This time, I wouldn’t allow it to stop.
There wouldn’t be a kiss and then an ‘I have to go’ from him.
There would be an act of completion on both of our parts, even if the cabin burned down around us.
“You better touch me, or I won’t accept the proposal you’ve been overthinking the last few days,” I ordered.
His mouth dropped open. “You know?”
I snorted. “I have been doing the laundry lately. You didn’t think that you put that diamond ring back in the bedside drawer, did you?”
He frowned, then shook his head. “I just assumed since it was back where I usually kept it, that I’d done it.” He started to laugh.
Then he kissed me.
Really kissed me.
None of that fake shit that he’d been going on and on about lately.
Nope, not for Jeremiah.
He gave me a real kiss.
One that took my breath away and made my artificial hands curl into fists in response.
When he pulled away, it was with both of our eyes glazed over in excitement.
“I’ve wanted you… this… for so long that I can’t think straight,” he growled.
“We don’t need you to think straight,” I grumbled as I started to remove my shirt.
He caught my prosthetic hands in his, then he stilled them.
“Can we take them off?”
I felt instantly vulnerable.
“Jeremiah…” I started, but he shook his head.
“Please?”
I swallowed hard past a lump in my throat, then held them out to him.
If he wanted them off, he’d have to take them off.
He had so much experience at this point that he had them off in moments, and then I was hand-free and staring at him, wondering what he wanted me to do next.
He didn’t hesitate in letting me know.
Pulling me so that I crashed against his chest, he kissed me all over again, making me forget all about my vulnerability.
From there, it was like a race to the end.
Each of us were so far gone that it didn’t last long on either one of our ends.
Clothes went flying, hands and nubs went everywhere, and soon, he was inside of me, exactly where I’d needed him.
He moved with an almost violent consistency that had me peaking way before I’d intended.
I crashed over the edge, collapsed onto his chest, and wound my arms around his neck as he finished himself off inside of me.
When we were through, and I was able to overthink the situation again, I started laughing.
“That was way too long coming,” I grumbled fiercely.
He snorted. “You were healing, baby. I didn’t want to do anything that might set you back.”
I bit him, causing him to jerk around me, and inside of me.
“Hey, what was that for?” he grumbled too, rubbing his side as he glared.
I sat up, using my nubs on his chest for leverage, then studied his face. “When are you going to let it go?”
He knew what I meant.
“Never,” he admitted. “There’re still pieces missing. And I’m sorry, but I’ll never let it go.”