Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 137324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
Still laughing, I break down the pizza box and stuff it in the recycling bin.
“You want me to take that out?” Dex asks.
“Uh, no.” I turn and stare at him. “You don’t have to take out our garbage. You’re a guest.”
He cocks his head, and disappointment seems to turn down his mouth. “Aren’t I a little more than just a guest by now?”
“You know what I mean.”
He lifts his eyebrows.
“All right.” I throw my hands in the air. Why am I arguing about something I hate doing? “If you really want to, the garbage is—”
“Those giant brown bins on the side of the garage?” he asks, his voice brimming with sarcasm. “Yeah, I figured.”
“Sorry.”
He grabs the bag and tilts his head toward the back door. “Walk out with me.”
“I can do that.”
He grips the bag in one hand, showing off his thick, muscled arms. How can he manage to make taking out the garbage look sexy?
A symphony of crickets welcomes us into the cool, crisp night. We walk over the concrete pad that runs along the back of the house and garage. At the corner of the garage a small motion-activated light illuminates a portion of the driveway. I flip the lid of the trash can open and Dex tosses everything inside.
“Thanks,” I whisper.
He nods, then tips his head back to look at the inky sky. “It’s nice out.”
“It’s beautiful.” I rub my hands over my arms. “A little chilly, though.”
“Mmm, I see that.” I love that rough tone of voice. The one that suggests he has a dozen dirty things he’d like to do to me.
He curls his arm around my shoulders, pulling me close and sharing his warmth. It’s a bit awkward, bumping into each other as we navigate our way through the shadowy areas.
“You okay?” he asks when we step onto the patio.
“A lot better now.” I stop walking and he halts his steps.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I curl my hand in the front of his T-shirt. “I’m chilly.”
A patient smile creeps over his face. “Then let’s go inside.”
“But it’s pretty out.” I pull him toward me until my back’s pressed against the wall. “And quiet. And dark.”
He braces his hands on either side of my face. “And your sister’s still awake and right upstairs.”
I curl my arms around his neck. “She won’t come outside by herself in the dark.”
His dark gaze drops to my lips. He leans in and takes my mouth, then wraps his arms around me, pulling me tight to his chest. A pleasurable hum of excitement takes over my body. He slips his hand to my thigh, sneaking under the edge of my loose shorts.
“These have been driving me crazy since we came home.” He slides his hand to my butt and squeezes.
“My ratty little sleep shorts?”
“Yes.” He groans and tugs on the material. “Knew I could just move them to the side and…”
My breath catches. I slick my tongue over my lips. “Yes, you can.”
He slips his hand out of my shorts and under my loose, flowing tank top. His rough fingers tickle over my stomach. My nipples, already hard from the cold, tighten. He groans with satisfaction as he cups my breast, kneading gently.
“Kiss me again,” I whisper.
His feathery kiss sends tingles along my spine. As if I weigh nothing at all, he grips my thighs and hauls me up, pinning me to the wall with his lower body. Sparks race over my skin. Any remaining chills disappear. I’m burning hot for him.
He jostles me in his arms, keeping me trapped. I dig my fingers into his shoulders to hold on and wrap my legs around his hips, careful not to get in the way of him tugging the fly of his jeans down.
He kisses my cheek, then drags his mouth down the side of my neck. “Pull those sexy little shorts to the side for me. Now.”
My lungs seize and my insides melt at his command.
A low growl vibrates through his chest as I do what he asks. He presses his forehead to mine, staring down at us. He fists his hard length and slides the tip against my center, teasing me. Testing to see how much I want him.
“You going to be a good girl for me?” He scatters kisses over my face. “Be nice and quiet, so no one figures out what we’re doing out here?”
I nod vigorously and don’t utter a word to prove how quiet I can be. He lines himself up and slowly sinks inside me. I gasp and squeeze my eyes shut with relief. A deep, primal groan passes his lips as he fills me inch by perfect inch.
“Now who’s not quiet?” I tease through choppy breaths.
He slants his mouth over mine and drags his hips back, then slowly grinds into me again. Over and over. Heat flashes over my skin and pulses through my body. I clench around him, and he answers with an urgent humming sound.