Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Two or three jerks of his hips and he pulled out. It was over, before she’d even gotten close, before he did. He didn’t come, just pulled out and collapsed on top of her, burying his face in the pillow again.
Regardless, the proximity of him, the feeling of being under his body, it struck her as achingly beautiful. It was so nice to feel him inside of her, feel him so close to her. She didn’t care about the sex right now, just wanted him close and it felt like this was the closest he could be without his teeth on her.
He stayed on top of her for a long time, just still, letting her hold him. She ran her fingers through his hair, ran her hands up and down his back, his rear end, feeling the smoothness of the skin, the strength of his muscles, planting soft kisses on his shoulder, and just enjoyed feeling his warmth, inhaling his scent. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on his breathing and his heartbeat but then heard another power tool start up outside somewhere. He eased away from her. Then suddenly, he flipped her and was upright with her sprawled across his lap.
She gasped in surprise. He gave her bum a single hard slap. Her entire body tensed. She was shocked; it really stung! He moved her off his lap and got up out of bed. She was on her knees, afraid to sit down, the sting of his slap singeing her rear end.
“Pack up; we have a ferry to catch,” he leaned over, touching his lips softly to her bottom right where it stung, and then he ruffled her hair as if she was a small child.
“Where?” She was probably as scarlet in the face as she was on the bottom.
“Arizona. First a ferry to Seattle.”
“Adrian? That elder?”
“Yes.”
Kyla got up and then headed for a shower. She rubbed her backside as she walked away and shot him a dirty look over her shoulder. He lifted the Puma bag onto the bed and gave her a sexy wink.
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She jumped in the shower and while she was washing her hair, he stepped in. For a moment she thought he wanted to continue what’d been started in bed but he was all about getting washed. She went to leave the shower but he stopped her by grabbing her wrist and said, “Stay.” So she washed his back while he washed the rest.
After the shower, she dressed in a pair of jean shorts and a button-up long sleeved white, thin, almost sheer, cotton hoodie with purple braided drawstrings. He got dressed in a fresh pair of dark button fly jeans and black t-shirt from the duffle bag. The fact that she hadn’t ditched any of his clothes might’ve surprised him. She wasn’t sure as he didn’t say anything. She wasn’t sure why she hadn’t done it. She lifted the bottle of tiny pills from the table and put them in her purse, gathered everything else up and added it all to the bag and French braided her wet hair and secured the bottom with a ponytail holder.
“Uh…” He was leafing through the duffle bag, which was sitting on the coffee table in the sitting area of the trailer. He pulled out her passport and opened it and glanced inside the booklet.
“There’s some more cash in my purse, too. And I can replace what I’ve spent with money from my own---”
“No, I’m looking for my passport. Please tell me you didn’t throw it away.”
“Oh. No, it’s, uh…it’s under my pillow.”
He quirked up an eyebrow at her.
She shrugged, cheeks flushed. He gave her a sweet smile and then he went into the bedroom. When he came out he was sliding both passport booklets into his back pocket, “Ready?” he asked, looking tense.
She nodded, feeling awkward and trying to gauge his mood, “I’ll just drop this garbage bag in the bin and stop by the front office and drop off the keys. I’ll be right back.”
“I’ll come,” he said and slung the bag over his shoulder.
“I’m not running away from you,” she defended.
Sheesh, watching me like a hawk, carrying my passport for me?
His eyes met hers, “Good to hear that. And I know. But I can’t let you out of my sight right now.”
“Because?”
“Because. It’s dangerous.” He strode past her, stone serious, out the door, grabbing the bag of garbage and the gym bag from her on the way. She followed behind him, frowning, and locked the door behind her.
“Why? What’s going on?”
“Later.”
Later?
This shit would have to stop real quick. She refused to be kept in the dark. But she was going to give him some space for the moment because they’d been in one another’s sights for less than 12 hours and her emotions were still all over the place. It was obvious his were, too.