Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 98524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
“So, you’re offering me a position as your girlfriend?” I asked, mildly teasing.
He smirked. “Well . . . I do not want to put a title on it, since you seem to hate those so much, but . . .”
“Ask me.”
He removed his arm from around me so he could hold my hands. “Octavia Klein, will you be my girlfriend?”
“Hmm, I don’t know. Your life’s a little complicated. I’ll have to give that question some thought.”
His face twisted with confusion. “Wait . . . are you being serious?”
Oh goodness. I forgot that he took things literally sometimes. Language barriers and all.
“No, I’m not serious. I’m kidding!” I laughed. “Yes, Javier Valdez. I’ll be your girlfriend.”
Chuckling, he leaned down to place a deep kiss on my lips. “Will it scare you to hear that I am in love with you?” His voice was warm and deep.
My heart picked up in speed, and my smile slipped.
“Okay, I see that it does scare you,” he added quickly.
“No—I’m . . . I’m not scared, that’s the thing.” I held on to his hands tighter. “I thought if I heard a man say those words to me again, I would be terrified. I figured I would get cold feet and run . . . but I don’t want to run away from you.” I released his hands to run my fingers along his jawline. “I don’t want to run, because I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you too.”
“Pretty sure?” he teased.
“Okay. Really sure.”
He laughed. “I am happy to hear it. But just because I want this does not mean I want to place all of my burdens on your shoulders.”
I gave him a look that said, Really?
“If you mean taking care of Aleesa, she is not a burden. She is a blessing. As for everything else you have to deal with, those are just distractions. No matter what, I’ll be here, because I want you.” I kissed him. “I want this. I’ve wanted something like what we have my whole life.”
He put on a boyish smile. “That means a lot to me to hear you say that. I promise that I will not disappoint you or ever hurt you like your ex did.”
“You could never hurt me like he did. You’re ten times the man he was, baby.”
His hands dug into my hips as our lips met again. “Call me that again,” he rasped.
“What? Baby?”
“Sí.”
I couldn’t contain my grin. “Okay . . . baby.”
He grinned, nuzzling his nose into the crook of my neck. “Even your voice turns me on.”
“So, I’m really fired, huh? No more pay?”
He threw his head back to laugh, and it was so nice seeing him this joyous and at ease.
“Fired as the nanny,” he said, entwining his fingers with mine. “Hired as mi novia. In this position, you can have whatever you want.”
“Ohh, novia. You make it sound so sexy.”
He lowered his hands to my waist. “I will show you sexy. Come here.”
I yelped as he picked me up, then laughed as I circled my legs around his waist.
He carried me back into the hotel suite and went straight for his bedroom, placing me on my back and sinking between my legs.
We got rid of our clothes piece by piece between deep, passionate kisses, and before I knew it, he was angling himself just right so he could sink into me.
A moan left my lips as he cupped the back of my neck, thrusting carefully with deep grunts. His face hovered above mine as he took control, and that night, he truly made me his.
There was no doubt about it anymore. No more questions, comparisons, or wonders.
I was his, and he was mine.
That night something burned between us that was impossible to explain. But if I had to, I would say that my chest was on fire—no, that my whole body was on fire for him. We were combusting in the best way, and the only thing that kept the flames contained were three simple words . . .
“I love you,” Javier rasped on my lips. “Te amo mucho, Octavia.”
Tears slid down the sides of my face. I cupped his cheek while the nails of my other hand dragged down the length of his back.
“I love you too,” I whispered.
I realized in that moment that this wasn’t like all the other times we’d had sex before. Yes, all the other times had been incredible, but this was special. This was deep and blissful and powerful.
This was . . . making love. I had never experienced such a thing before. I never realized how amazing it could feel, combined with joy.
Now I understood why so many people were desperate to make love.
Because this was personal. It was emotional. It was deep.
I never wanted it to end.
Safe, I thought. You’re finally safe, girl.