Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
I was sitting on the bed with my legs crossed. His baggy shirt was loose over my shoulders, and my hair was smooth because I’d just brushed it after washing my face. My makeup was gone, so my face was washed out. “Do you want me to sleep with you?”
He leaned against the doorway, crossing his muscular arms over his chest. “Would I have asked if I didn’t?”
“No…probably not.”
“Then the ball is in your court.” He left the door open and walked away.
I didn’t like sleeping alone. I’d been sleeping alone my whole life and I used to like it, but after Cane and I shared a bed for a month, it was impossible to go back. I relied on his breathing like a sleeping pill. He protected me from my nightmares with his powerful presence. He could even guard me from my own subconscious.
It didn’t take me long to find my answer.
I joined him in his bedroom, seeing the fire in the hearth and the beautiful man in the bed. The sheets were bunched around his waist as he looked at his phone. The light from the screen lit up his face as one of his arms was tucked beneath his head.
I got into bed beside him and pulled the sheets to my shoulder.
He set the phone on the nightstand then turned to me. “I was hoping you would come.”
“I like sleeping with you.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. I always sleep better.”
He turned over in bed and faced me, his body staying on his side of the bed. “I sleep better too.”
* * *
I looked into his eyes and saw him look back at me. When it was just the two of us, his expression wasn’t so hard. He didn’t seem like the solider that killed every man in his path just to get to me. He didn’t seem like the ruthless barbarian that would do whatever he wanted until he got his way. He was just a man.
“I never apologized to you…”
“You don’t need to apologize, Cane.”
“I think otherwise.”
“You’ve done so much for me…you’ve earned a pass.”
The corner of his mouth rose in a smile. “A pass, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“I wish my brother would give me one of those. Never does.”
“Family is different. You’re always forgiven, but you’re always teased, too.”
“True.”
My hand slid across the sheets until I found his. My fingers explored the veins over his knuckles as they extended up his forearms. I loved the way his arms were sculpted. He was just muscle and bone, nothing else.
“When do you want to leave?”
The sudden question made me flinch. “I don’t know…”
“It’s up to you. I can book your flight whenever you want.”
“You won’t come with me?”
“I don’t see why I would. It’s not like your parents will be thrilled to see me.”
“They don’t hate you.”
“They don’t like me either. And they shouldn’t like me.” He pulled his hand away and propped himself on his elbow. His hand snaked across the bed until he touched my thigh. His fingers tested my reaction, seeing if I wanted him or not.
My legs parted, giving him access between my legs.
His fingers slowly moved up until he reached my panties. He pulled aside my thong and pressed his thumb directly against my clitoris.
It made me gasp quietly.
He rubbed it gently, igniting the tenderness between my legs. The stimulation immediately made my mouth dry, made my back arch in pleasure. He touched me in just the right ways, making me shift and move.
I pulled my thong down my legs under the sheets and kicked it away so he would have access to all of me.
Two fingers slipped inside me, and he kept his thumb against my clitoris. He fingered me, feeling my channel become soaked from his touch. My breathing escalated, and my nipples turned hard like rocks.
He moved closer to me on the bed then leaned down to kiss me. His kiss was soft and wet, full of the passion he used to show me. His mouth guided mine, and he breathed into me, giving me his breath and taking mine away.
One of my hands snaked into his hair while the other wrapped around his neck. My legs were completely open to him now, so he could touch me whatever way he wanted. His thumb excited my clit further, pressing harder and harder until my hips started to buck.
I was just about to come. All I needed were a few more minutes. But I didn’t want to come because of his hand. I wanted to come because his thick dick was inside me, making love to me like we used to every single night. “Cane…make love to me.” I spoke between his kisses, my eyes closed and my nails digging deep.
He kicked his boxers off then rolled his body on top of mine. My thighs were pushed back by his, and he slid inside me, pushing through my wet tightness until he was completely sheathed.