Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
She sits up, beaming. “Oh, pajamas. I found them on Amazon. Aren’t they just the cutest?”
“No. She looks fucking ridiculous.” I zero in on them. “Are those…strawberries on them?”
“And little pink flowers. I thought they were super cute, and she seems to love them.”
“You do actually realize that she’s a fucking goat. She has a built-in coat. Therefore, she doesn’t need pajamas to sleep in.”
Her eyes narrow at me. “So? I don’t need pajamas to sleep in, but I still wear them.”
And, now, I’m imagining her without her pajamas on.
Naked Speedy.
And…now, my cock’s decided to join the party.
Great. Just fucking great.
I sigh.
She flops back onto her pillows. “God, you’re so grouchy at times.”
“Yeah, and you’re fucking ridiculous.”
I turn my head to her, my face unable to keep the smile off it.
She returns that smile with one that I feel is like her dainty hand curling around my hard cock.
“You putting this movie back to the beginning, so I can watch from the start?” she asks in a soft voice.
And, because I love tormenting myself with her presence, I put the movie back to the beginning and press play. I reach over and turn my bedside lamp off because movies are always better in the dark.
Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, Evans.
Then, I settle back on my pillows to watch one of the best movies ever made with the object of my desire lying right next to me.
Gabe
I wake to the smell of apples and a warm body curled up against mine.
Speedy.
My arm is around her, her head on my shoulder, her arm resting on my stomach, her leg slung over my left one. Her steady, even breaths tell me she’s sleeping.
I’m guessing she wouldn’t be lying on me like this if she were awake.
The TV is still on, but the movie has long since finished. Gucci is asleep at the bottom of the bed. I have no clue what time it is. But I don’t want to move in case I wake Speedy up.
I’m not ready to let her go just yet.
We must have fallen asleep while watching the film. Fuck knows how we ended up lying together in this position, but fuck if I’m not happy about it.
Having her in my arms with her body draped over mine like this…it’s the sweetest kind of hell. And it’s a hell I’d happily spend an obscene amount of time in.
Who knew holding a woman like this, without being inside her, could feel so good?
I’ve always gotten off and then got off with every woman I’ve slept with, no matter the circumstance.
No cuddling. And definitely no attachments.
Speedy is the first woman I’ve actually slept with without screwing first.
I glance down at her face.
Her eyes are closed, lashes brushing her cheekbones.
Fuck, she’s pretty. Perfect. Beautiful.
I can’t stop looking at her.
And, right now, I don’t have to. I can freely stare at her without fear of being caught.
Her rosy lips are full and plump, like she’s just been kissed. And she should be kissed, all the time, by me.
Freckles that I’ve never noticed before dust the bridge of her pert little nose. A tiny mole is near the corner of her right eye. A small scar on her chin looks like a chicken pox mark.
My fingers itch to touch her. To see if her skin is as soft as it looks.
But I can’t. I shouldn’t.
But just one little touch can’t hurt, right?
I lift a hand to her face and brush the tips of my fingers over her cheek and to her forehead. I brush the stray strands of hair off her face. Then, I move the backs of my fingers down her other cheek to her jaw where I trace my fingertips along it, stopping near her mouth. My thumb hovers dangerously close.
I can feel her warm breath on my skin.
I wonder how she tastes.
Fuck, I want to know so badly.
My mouth is dry with longing. Constant longing. And wanting her.
It’s driving me insane.
Look how bad it’s gotten. Like a total creeper, I’m touching up her face while she sleeps.
I withdraw my hand and force myself to look away. I take a deep breath.
“Gabe.”
The word is so quietly spoken, I think I imagined it.
Until I look back to her and see her eyes are open.
And filled with need. They mirror my own.
God, I want her.
Her hand comes up and caresses my cheek.
“Ava.” Her name comes out like a warning. A warning I don’t mean.
She traces her fingertip across my lips, leaving a path of fire in her touch.
I cup her cheek and press my forehead to hers as I try to control my feelings.
“Kiss me,” she whispers.
Those two words.
Two fucking words.
And I’m undone.
My mouth crashes onto hers, and she immediately opens for me on a gentle moan that I feel all the way down to my cock.