Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
“I don’t know who your mother was talking about. I’m not one of them.”
“Oh,” she said.
“I’m not saying I haven’t been with women in the past, before I met you. From the moment I saw you, I haven’t been with anyone else.”
He was pretty sure he saw a smile on her lips.
“Tamsin, are you sure about this?”
“Yes, unless you don’t want me.”
She went to pull her hand away from him, but he held onto her, not allowing her a chance to let go.
“I want you,” he said.
It was scary how much he did want her. He had a feeling if she knew, it would also terrify her, as it startled him. He didn’t say as much.
They also didn’t get a chance to say anything more as the waiter brought their food over. It all looked delicious and smelled so tasty.
He picked up his knife and fork, while watching Tamsin. She sliced into her chicken and took a bite. She closed her eyes, and he heard her moan.
Mason wanted to make love to her. He wanted to be close to his wife, and he would gladly do anything to tie them closer together. Sex with his wife sounded perfect. He was a patient man. He would gladly wait for Tamsin to be ready. He was not going to pressure her into anything. Regardless of how they came to be married, Mason did have a little secret—he loved being married to her. No one else knew the truth.
He acted like it was a great burden to him to be tied to her, but it gave him peace. Being near Tamsin filled a void that had always been there. And he would do anything to keep her by his side.
Chapter Four
Arriving home, Tamsin took her leave and made her way toward her room. She didn’t look back toward Mason. When she was out of sight, she rushed to her bedroom and made a mad dash to the bathroom. Stripping out of the dress, she took another shower, washing all the makeup off her face, taking care of her hair and cleaning her body.
She couldn’t believe how nervous she was, and excited.
Outside of the shower, she dried her body, rushed through her hair, getting it as dry as possible. She even cursed her thick length for being impossible to dry.
She walked into the bedroom, found a silk negligee she had purchased, and quickly put it on. To finish, she donned a robe and then looked at the bed, where the book lay that had filled her head with so many ideas.
Picking it up, she glared at it. “This is all your fault.” She opened the bedside drawer, threw the book inside, and slammed it closed.
She had tried to ignore her curiosity for so long, as well as her attraction toward her husband. In the beginning it had felt easy to do. She had so much animosity inside her, thinking of Mason as attractive was the last thing on her mind. Every opportunity presented to him and even to herself, she could label him a monster or an asshole. Then of course, once the anger started to melt away, she realized he was anything but.
Like on their wedding night. If it had been left to Paul, she had no doubt she wouldn’t be a virgin. He’d have taken her, and there had been plenty of moments since then when he has hinted at what he wanted to do to her. She never told Mason, because it wasn’t about rocking the boat. No, it was about survival.
That was all she was doing—trying to survive. Mason, however, on their wedding night, took care of her. He cut himself, bloodied the sheets, and then when it was all over, he gave her space and even time. Mason didn’t demand her presence the next morning. No one had to look at her after his father displayed the sheets. In a weird way, he’d been a gentleman about it. When it was time to leave, he made sure no one stopped them or got the chance to talk to her.
Over the last two years, he had protected her. He only made her go to certain functions that made it impossible for him to refuse. He never left her side. There were, of course, a few occasions where his father asked her to dance, and he couldn’t refuse. Mason had learned the trick, though, and whenever he saw his father coming, he took her onto the dance floor. She realized that.
He never forced her to go anywhere for her birthday and Christmas. They did only what they had to do. Their first Christmas together, alone, she had been quite content. They both took the time to decorate the tree, and while Mason had been away, she attempted to make the house all festive. Tamsin didn’t know if he would love it or hate it, and Mason had loved it. That Christmas, even though deep in her heart she wanted to hate it, had been one of the best in her life. She had even gone shopping for gifts for Mason. Nothing too special. Just some items of clothing, trinkets, that kind of thing. He’d done the same for her.