Total pages in book: 166
Estimated words: 160042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
I want to warn him then. Tell him that it’s probably not very safe to ride on a horse while kissing, but again, I don’t much care. Even if we crash and burn, it’ll be the best death anyone could ever meet. Besides, the man I’m kissing is made of fire so even if we did burn, he’d save me. So I kiss him back as we ride, my eyes closed, my heart pounding, and I keep going until he stops the horse.
Only so he can get down and bring me down with him.
Then I’m wrapping myself around him again and fusing our lips together. I feel him walking and coming to a halt. I hear him unlocking a door that opens with a groan. I smell the fresh hay and leather as he floods the space with yellow light, still kissing, still connected. I realize it’s a barn but different than the one we were just at, farther away from the main house. I see flashes of bales of hay, chopped wood, metallic tools as we keep going. Then I hear him climbing. I guess there are steps here and he’s taking them, all the while carrying me in his arms, his boots thudding on the wooden treads.
This is when I want to take my mouth off him and get away. I want him to put me down because I’m me. I’m heavy. And I know he’s carried me to places; he carried me back to the camp after the bear attack; he puts me on and takes me off the saddle all the time; and he’s been carrying me all this while that we’ve been kissing.
But steps are different. Steps are harder.
My heart will perish with embarrassment if I hear him heaving and breaking a sweat. Which I realize is a lot of pressure on him when I’m the one with the problem so I try to push away from him, but he growls and grabs the back of my head, keeping my mouth pinned to his.
We reach the landing that way, fighting with our lips, and soon I find myself being lowered to what I realize is a little bed. Only then does he let me go. When I’m on my back and he’s on top of me.
“I’m…” I say with sore lips as I open my eyes, my cheeks blushing. “I’m h-heavy.”
His mouth looks sore, too, as he takes me in with dark eyes. “The only thing you are is perfect.”
My heart squeezes as I shake my head. “I’m not—”
“Let me make somethin’ clear to you because maybe it wasn’t before,” he cuts me off with another growl. “This is my home. This is my ranch. The bed you’re lying on is the one I made last night but didn’t sleep in because you weren’t with me. Everything you see here belongs to me. Including you. Which means I’m the one who gets to make all the rules, yeah? And you’re the one who gets to follow them. So if I say you’re perfect, you better believe it. You better believe you’re the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen, and instead of arguin’ with me, you say thank you, all polite and sweet-like. Is that clear?”
I want to kiss him. And then I want to smack his face for being a dick about something that he could’ve said nicely. So all I do is nod my head as I whisper, “Thank you.”
His chest pushes into mine with a satisfied breath. “Good girl.”
His praise twists me into knots and I breathe out, “But I’m not c-calling you ‘sir’ or anything like that. So get that out of your head.”
He roves his eyes over my features before rasping, “I can live with that. Sir ain’t somethin’ I prefer anyway.”
“There is something you prefer?” I ask, feeling all kinds of young and naive again, wondering if sex is really that complicated.
His bee-stung, or rather Reverie-stung, mouth pulls up in a smirk and he leans down, his lips skimming over mine as he replies, “Daddy.”
A shocked gasp falls from my lips, and he catches it with his mouth. I know he said that to scare me again, but I don’t care. Because for the next several seconds, he makes me dizzy with another one of his kisses. Soon he breaks it, though, and untangling himself from the web of my limbs, he pushes off me.
Panting, I come up on my elbows and watch him walk back a few steps. I want to look around, try to take in the space we’re in. All I can tell from the corner of my eye is that there are bales of hay stacked up to the wall here as well, but this space could also be someone’s bedroom with an armchair in a corner. Not to mention the bed on the floor that I’m sitting in. But I’ll explore it later because for now, I don’t want to miss a single thing. So I keep watching him.