Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 100478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
“I’ll get it. You go inside. Maybe you’d, ah, like a moment?”
She nodded, and I kissed her again. She seemed vulnerable, not at all the way she projected herself normally. I rather liked that she allowed me to see this side of her. The same way I had felt safe enough to share the history of the boom box. There wasn’t another living soul on this planet who knew that fact.
“Go inside. I’m right behind you, Little Dragon.”
* * *
Ava
I stepped inside the house, looking around me in awe. Hunter hadn’t been lying when he said time capsule. Plaid couches, wood paneling, and an orange shag carpet covered the floor. I spied a Formica-topped kitchen table, surrounded by yellow-vinyl chairs I recognized from the other day. I didn’t stop to examine anything. In the hallway, I peeked to the left and right, following the dim light I could see coming from the end of the hall.
Hunter’s bedroom contained a bed, nightstand, and a dresser. A duffel bag sat on top of the dresser, the zipper undone, clothes piled inside. A braided rug graced the floor, and Cash was curled on the frayed mat. He wagged his tail as I went close, stroking his head. He gazed up at me, his amber eyes gleaming in the dull light.
“I don’t know if you want to be in here for the next while,” I murmured. “I think your master is gonna get down and dirty with me.”
“I’m hoping to,” Hunter said from the doorway.
I looked at him over my shoulder, swallowing hard. He’d already removed his shirt, his shoulders broad and his toned arms crossed over his chest. His jeans were undone, hanging low on his hips. His erection was obvious and I tried not to stare, but as usual, I failed. I focused on the prominent bulge that seemed to grow under my gaze. He cupped himself, his fingers curling around the taut denim.
“See something you like, Little Dragon?”
I think I squeaked. I wasn’t sure what the sound that escaped my throat was, to be honest. He grinned and slapped his leg.
“Cash,” he commanded, his voice low and gruff. “Come.”
I was sort of glad he had made sure we knew it was Cash he was directing. I was so tightly wound, I might have obeyed him myself. My body felt taut and needy. I ached with desire for the man smirking at me from the door as if he had guessed my thoughts.
Cash went to him, wagging his tail. Hunter disappeared with him, and I heard him crooning to him quietly. There was the sound of food being put in a bowl, and Hunter told him to sleep on the couch. “It’s your favorite spot anyway.” He bribed the dog. I tried not to laugh at his words as he made sure the dog was out of the room before we began…whatever it was we were about to do. I hoped it contained us naked and lots of orgasms.
I stood, looking at the bed as I kicked out of my shoes. The frame was old, wrought iron and wood, but I could tell the bedding and mattress were new. A tag stuck out on the end, and the bedding looked pristine. I walked over, running my hand along the smooth expanse of cotton.
“Have you changed your mind?”
I turned to find Hunter had returned. He had pushed the door closed behind him but hadn’t advanced toward me.
“No.”
“You’re still dressed.”
“I thought you might, ah…”
He grinned. “Oh yeah, I want.”
He stepped closer, laying his hand on the side of my neck. “Your pulse is racing,” he murmured.
“I know.”
He ghosted his lips over my cheek to my ear. “So is mine.”
I rested my palm on his chest, feeling his racing heart.
“Are you nervous, Little Dragon?”
“Would you think less of me if I said yes?”
He shook his head, his expression tender. “No, I’d feel honored.”
I shivered as he tugged my blouse over my head. He smoothed my hair back, then slowly trailed his fingers over the lace covering on my breasts. My nipples ached for his fingers. His mouth.
“So beautiful,” he murmured against my skin, making short work of the clasp and freeing me. He kissed my collarbone, sliding down to take one nipple in his mouth, teasing and sucking. I grasped his hair, groaning in pleasure. He slid his hands to my waistband, unzipping and pushing down my pants and underwear, the cool air hitting my skin and making me shiver.
“I’ll warm you,” he promised, running his hands up and down the backs of my thighs. “You’re going to be burning soon.”
I slid my hands to his neck, cupping his face, feeling the scratch of his bristles on my palms. “I already am, Hunter. I want you so much.”
“Good.” He covered my mouth with his and lifted me, placing me on the bed. He stood back, tugging down his jeans and kicking them away. He was aroused, his cock heavy and thick as he stroked it, his chest moving rapidly.