Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16661 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16661 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
And that feeling had been correct. This woman was his. Cold and angry, he’d not been sure what he would come up to when he moved toward her vehicle. Hell, he’d not been sure that it would have been a woman.
Heat had slammed into him the second he’d spied her through the windshield. Enough that he’d not remembered he was near frozen after being without heat in a blizzard for a few hours. A full-figured woman with curves he couldn’t wait to explore. Smooth dark skin, full lips and brown eyes that resided behind black and tortoiseshell rectangular glasses. Slightly wavy hair had set piled haphazardly on the top of her head.
He wasn’t about to let her get out into the cold and had held the door closed, refusing to allow her to step out. It didn’t matter that he was near to freezing having been in his cold truck for hours, the heat within him flared to life the second he’d spied her.
Now, he stood behind her, loving the way her jeans molded to those curves, as she unlocked the room they would be sharing for the night.
The first night of many.
He wasn’t sure what she was doing in Sander’s Point, hell, some days he wasn’t sure why he’d even been on his way here. He couldn’t call it his home. Not a good one anyway. A question that had been haunting him since the moment he had been discharged from the Army. The resident bad boy who’d been from the wrong side of the tracks, he’d not been able to do anything right in the eyes of the town. But, his grandfather had passed and left him his house. That’s what had brought him back. And his way out resided in his pocket, an offer.
Pushing thoughts of death and unpleasantness to the back of his mind, he stared at the angel in front of him.
There was one bed in the room and his cock thickened in his jeans at the mere thought of being curled up to her curvaceous body all night. Being able to keep her incredible scent right up to his nose. He took a deep breath. Pushing her, wasn’t something he would be doing. He’d found his woman he could afford to take his time.
Cock kicking harder, he realized, not that much time.
Patience, he told his rebelling dick.
He watched the rise and fall of her shoulders, digging his fingers into the straps of both bags he held to keep from dragging her into his chest. Holding her.
I’m the one to slay all your demons, angel.
“Wishing you’d not stopped for me alongside the road?”
She jolted, like she’d forgotten he was there. Whipping back toward him, eyes wide she blinked rapidly a few times. “What?” A firm head shake. “No. Definitely not. I would never wish that on anyone.”
He kicked the door closed behind him, locking them in together. Noticing how her gaze moved up and down him like she couldn’t help herself, he hid a grin he’d forgotten he had. Allowing the bags to slide toward the floor, he stopped before they hit and carried them to the chair to keep them from being on the carpet.
“What is it, angel? I told you I’ll never hurt you.”
Her smile, while a bit strained, lightened his heart. “I’m not used to sharing a room with a stranger.”
He stepped toward her, noting the flare of her nostrils and the heat in her gaze. She didn’t back away, neither did she openly welcome him.
“Not a stranger, angel.”
“Vivyan.”
She turned back to the window as it shook with the force of the wind and snow that slammed into it. The pelting alerted him to it was more than simply whipping snow, the ice and sleet had arrived.
“You have to be tired after driving in that. You can shower, I’ll head out and see what I can find in the way of some food.”
His angel met his gaze in the window reflection and she nodded. “Thank you.”
Making sure he had the key he made himself walk away, understanding this was a lot for her. Him too, but in his mind, they could figure the rest out later. He was hers. She was his.
Nothing else mattered.
Ronan walked down the darkened hallway, hearing people’s conversations, kids yelling and babies crying. It didn’t bother him, he wasn’t expecting a five star hotel, Sander’s Point wasn’t that kind of place. There was a nicer hotel toward the middle of town but he got why she was here, it was right off the interstate and they had a lot of travelers through there. Or so they had when he’d lived her prior to his stint in the military.
Closer to this hotel than the nicer one downtown.
Yeah, he wasn’t necessarily welcome in the nicer part of Sander’s Point. Or hadn’t been. In any part of Sander’s Point.