Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 103656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
No. It’s not really gratefulness, but more like an intense version of that feeling of uneasiness I have whenever he’s around. Only, now, it’s accompanied by a dangerous impulse. Maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea to stay in this position for a bit longer.
Without touching him, my hand hovers in the air as I trace my fingers over his brows, the straight line of his nose, the contour of his cheekbones, and the dark shadow forming on his hard jawline.
My forefinger pauses when I reach his mouth. These lips were so close to mine that I couldn’t breathe properly.
That feeling has come back again, and I find myself constricted, hot, and abnormally bothered. Even the dull pain in my shoulder throbs and stings.
I shift and accidentally, or not really, inch closer to him, but then I come to a jolting halt.
Something hard and massive stabs the bottom of my belly. At first, I think there’s an object between us, so I move my stomach up and down, but the ‘object’ grows in size.
Holy shit.
It’s his…dick.
And it’s erect and huge.
My ears heat, and my fingers that are hovering in the air tremble. Tracing his face is the last thing on my mind now that I’m being poked by his boner.
This is highly inappropriate and has the potential to screw over any professional relationship we might have had. No, it wasn’t the best, and we had our differences, but it was always ‘proper.’ Strained but right.
It didn’t help that I was more often than not uncomfortable and wary around him.
But this…this…is an entirely different beast.
The right thing to do would be to leave the bed before he wakes up and save us each from the awkwardness.
That’s what my brain tells me, anyway. But do I listen? Not really.
I’m more fascinated and interested in the current display of the male anatomy. I know it’s natural and by no means due to my presence, but it did get harder when I moved, so maybe I had some effect, after all?
Just to make sure, I lean closer, subtly rubbing my stomach up and down. Once again, his cock thickens against me.
I don’t stop.
I can’t.
I keep wondering how big it can get, and I’m rewarded by the twitchiness against my skin.
Yes, we’re clothed, but it doesn’t feel that way right now.
My belly flutters, and a sudden zap of pleasure shoots between my legs. I have to place a hand on my mouth to stop whatever sound from coming out.
“You better be aware of what you’re doing or I swear to fuck…”
I come to a halt, my breath catching, and a cold sweat breaks out all over my skin.
Icy blue eyes clash with mine, and I have nowhere to go or hide. All I can do is remain here, motionless and feeling every beat of my heart thundering against my rib cage.
The scenario I dreaded earlier comes crashing down with more of an impact than I anticipated.
I can’t breathe or think as he fixates me with those eyes that could be mistaken for weapons of mass destruction.
“So you are awake.” The husky timbre of his sleepy voice carries in the air and gets stuck between us.
His large hand flexes on my hip, and I can almost feel his skin sinking so deeply into me that I couldn’t shake it off even if I wanted to.
“And here I thought you were moving in your sleep.” There’s a slight amusement in his voice, and if I weren’t so mortified, I’d swear it sounds sadistic in nature.
“I…I was.” I lie through my teeth and don’t sound convincing in the least.
“Is that so? I’m almost sure you were doing it on purpose.”
My cheeks heat, and I start to lower my head. In a flash, he lifts my chin with his index and middle fingers.
This time, I have no escape from the cold depths of his punishing gaze. It strikes me then that the reason behind my unease has always been these eyes.
They hide more than they show. They’re secretive, cruel, and hold not an ounce of empathy or mercy.
It’s impossible to know what he’s thinking about or plotting, let alone try to evade him.
“Were you doing it on purpose, Sasha?” The edge beneath his words leaves me breathless. It’s almost as if he knows the exact corner he’s driven me to and is now coming for the knockout.
It doesn’t help that a jolt travels through me whenever he calls me Sasha. It’s new and sounds intimate whenever he says it.
“No.” My voice is barely a whisper, but it’s calm and collected—nothing of the nervousness from earlier, as if I actually believe my words.
“Are you sure?”
My heart lunges, reacting to the insistence in his voice. I’m so close to divulging my intention for no other reason than to see the reaction he’ll have. I stop at the knowledge that I wouldn’t be able to handle it if I demolished the wall between us.