Fighting For Hope (Worth the Fight #1) - Olivia T. Turner Page 0,12
best, Hope,” he says as he looks at me with such intensity that it gives me goosebumps. “I want to give you everything.”
“You’ve already given me more than enough.”
He smiles and then picks up my bag. “You’ll take my room,” he says as he carries it into the larger of the two rooms. The spare room has an old computer, an uncomfortable-looking futon, and not much else.
“No, I can’t,” I say as he puts my bag on his Queen-sized bed. God, that looks comfortable…
I haven’t slept in a bed in ages. Just the thought of sliding under those covers and stretching my arms and legs out is making me feel like a kid on Christmas morning.
“I’m not taking no for an answer. This is my place and what I say goes. For everything.”
The way he says that last word with such a deep sensual vibe makes me swallow hard. It suddenly hits me that I’m in this man’s house and that he can do anything he wants to me. There’s nothing to stop him.
Why is that thought more exciting than scary?
I’m eighteen years old and have never had sex before. I’ve barely done anything before, but right now I’m ready to hand my V-card over to him forever.
I can’t stop glancing at the way his shirt tightens in a line across his muscular chest and my eyes keep darting down to his round tattooed biceps. He’s the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. By far.
“Where are you going to sleep?” I ask in a voice that cracks.
He slowly looks me up and down. “I’m going to be honest with you, Hope. I want you. Badly. You’re my girl now and you’re going to be staying in my place. In my bed. I want you to be comfortable and feel safe here, so I’ll take the futon for tonight. But I don’t know how long I’ll be able to hold myself back from you. I’ll be in that bed with you soon.”
He gently takes my chin with his thumb and index finger and tips it up as he leans down to kiss me.
Our lips connect and I melt into him. His hands slide into my hair as I whimper against his hot tongue.
He’s such a strong intense man, but his kiss is soft and passionate with just the right amount of force to make my legs go weak.
I place my palm on his hard chest and I can’t believe his heart is beating as hard as mine is. I wonder if he’s feeling the butterflies too.
He finally releases my mouth and I nearly collapse to the floor.
“If we go any further, I won’t be able to stop myself,” he says in a deep throaty voice. The sexy timbre goes straight to my clit, making the throb even deeper.
What if I don’t want you to stop…?
The words are on the tip of my tongue. I want them to come out. I want him to pick me up, carry me to the bed, throw me onto the covers, and do whatever he wants to me.
I want to feel his hard body between my legs, stretching them out, spreading them wide as he thrusts his hard cock deep inside me, taking my virginity which I saved for a perfect moment like this.
But the words stay in my throat. This man is sexy as hell and it’s incredibly intimidating.
So instead, with pink cheeks and disappointment ringing through me, I slide into his bedroom and close the door for the night…
…wondering, hoping, that he’s going to open it and come in…
Chapter Six
Hope
It’s hard sleeping in this bed.
The sheets are soft and the pillow is heavenly, but it’s hard because Nathan’s sexy smell is all around me. And he’s not here. I keep moaning in frustration as I stretch out and feel the cold empty side of his bed, wanting instead to feel him.
I turn and look at the clock. It’s 3:18. I wonder if he’s sleeping. Or if he’s awake thinking of me the way I’m thinking of him.
I keep thinking of when I first saw him—shirtless as he dropped into the empty pool. The way his muscles flexed with every lithe movement he made. The way he looked with blood splattered on his tattooed skin as he caught eyes with me for the first time. I could see the want and need in his gaze and that want has only increased the more we see together.
Before I can stop myself, my hand slides down my stomach