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)
“Vivyan.”
He stroked his beard, loving how her gaze followed his movements, even as she tried her best to pretend indifference. She sipped her water and it was his turn to follow movement.
“But you’re my angel.”
Her eyes flickered up to his, sadness lined her beautiful brown eyes. It killed him, he hated to see any sadness in her expression.
“I’m not anyone’s angel.” She drained her water and sucked up an ice cube. His cock swelled further and he nearly stepped into her but held his ground, sure his approach wouldn’t be approved.
“You’re mine.”
She patted his arm, paused with her palm on his bicep and gave him a small squeeze before seeming to realize what she was doing, for she shook her head and pulled away. “I’m sure you’ll see different in the morning. How do you want to handle sleeping?”
He took a deep breath and waited for her to give him her eyes once more. It took her a while but eventually she did.
“Angel, I feel if I tell you, you’ll run from me, so I’ll follow your lead. Do you want me to sleep on the floor or in the chair?”
Vivyan glanced to the queen sized bed in the middle of the room, gulped then back to him. One shoulder shrug before she watched him, zero expression on her face.
“It’s below freezing out there and the floor isn’t heated. That’s crazy for you to be there. We can share if you’re okay with that.”
“Angel, I’d never turn down the opportunity to share a bed with you.”
She flicked her tongue over her lips and he barely bit back his groan.
I’m in trouble.
Chapter 3
Angel.
Why did he insist on calling her that?
Perhaps the more pertinent question would be why it affected her so?
Neither question was she intent on answering right now or thinking on for longer than necessary.
It’s necessary.
She ignored the chant from her body as she didn’t need to be more attracted to this stranger she had picked up along the side of the road. Crunching the ice, she noticed the flare of heat in his incredible gaze. A heat which reflected deep within her own body.
“Do you have a side preference?” She pivoted and ambled over to where her bag remained open on the foot of the bed. Breathing a bit easier once away from his powerful presence, she sucked in another piece of ice.
Only a bit easier, that man still affects me. The room isn’t that big.
Truth be told, she didn’t think it would matter how big the room was, Ronan Milo had this way of making her skin and body come alive.
“I’m between you and the door.”
The finality in his tone caused her to glance at him over her shoulder. No room for give in his expression. He stood there, feet shoulder-width apart, arms crossed over his large chest, the plastic cup of water appearing so delicate in his hand as his other stroked his beard while he stared at her.
Her belly flopped at the expression on his face. Determination. Possessiveness. Lust. Hunger.
Swallowing down her moan, she nodded and grabbed the top of her bag, flipped it closed, then picked up the strap and moved it back to the chair.
“Sounds like a plan.” Straightening, she tucked a wayward curl behind her ear and moved back to the bed where she skimmed the bags of food he brought.
Cheddar and sour cream chips lay there and she reached for it before hesitating.
“Whatever you want, angel, it’s yours.”
God, the way that word angel rolled off his tongue was unfair. Her body softened, wanting to spread open for him to manhandle her and do with as he pleased. It had been so long since a guy had touched her, held her. Made her feel…well, anything.
Holding onto that knowledge, it was just her overactive, or reactive, body she didn’t put too much into her hunger for him. I can control this.
A resolve that flickered when she lifted her gaze to find him, right behind her, enveloping her in his heat. She didn’t know where his cup went but he was right there. All of his over six feet of hard bodied, bearded male.
“Vivyan.”
His lips twitched, an action she picked up on even though it was partially hidden by his beard and mustache. She blew out a slow breath before turning to face him completely. He stood so close, the backs of her knees brushed the mattress edge. It wouldn’t take much for him to push her back and lower his larger form over her. She whimpered.
Ronan’s gaze darkened but he didn’t move, didn’t say anything.
“You’re not going to call me, Vivyan, are you?”
An easygoing shrug of one broad shoulder. “Probably not.” He firmly shook his head. “Definitely not. I’ll call you ‘angel’ or,” he speared her with his striking sapphire gaze beneath those thick smoky lashes, “mine most of the time.”