Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Phoebe moved her hands to rest on my pecs, then she slid them up and locked them behind my neck. I groaned, and with a small tug of my hand, I tilted her head to change the angle of our kiss, deepening it.
It took a monumental effort to keep myself in control so that I wouldn’t fuck her right there on the kitchen floor. After a few more minutes of devouring her lips, I forced myself to break away, although I didn't release her. She was blinking up at me, her blue eyes hazy with desire, and it nearly shredded my resolve.
“You taste even better than I imagined,” I mumbled. “And trust me, I imagined a lot.”
Phoebe's face was flushed from our kissing, but it didn't hide the pretty blush that bloomed on her cheeks.
“Me too,” she whispered before nibbling on her bottom lip again. Instinctively, I lowered my head and used my teeth to pull her lip free, then nibbled the soft flesh briefly before releasing it.
“Only I get to bite these sexy lips,” I told her sternly.
Phoebe’s little pink tongue darted out and wet her lips, leaving them shiny—which introduced a whole new set of dirty images filling my mind.
I blinked them away and scanned her face, frowning at the purple smudges under her eyes. I should have been paying better attention because she was clearly exhausted.
“Are you ready for bed, baby?”
She mumbled an agreement, and I gave her another quick kiss on the forehead before releasing her. Patting her on the ass, I gently pushed her toward the door. “Go get ready. I just need to make a phone call.”
I emptied her glass and the rest of my bottle into the sink, then threw the bottle into the recycle bin and put the glass in the dishwasher.
Once I finished cleaning up, I made a quick call to Deacon and filled him in on the night’s events. I rummaged in the fridge while we talked and found sandwich fixings. He promised to look into it. After we hung up, I practically inhaled my sandwich, then I did one more round of all the doors and windows to make sure they were secure before I made my way to Phoebe’s bedroom.
The door to the bathroom was closed, and the light was out beneath it, so I wasn’t surprised to find the room empty. I made a beeline for my duffel bag and pulled out a pair of basketball shorts. Then I quickly took off my other clothes and put them on.
A minute later, I heard footsteps approaching the door, and Phoebe appeared. My eyes did a once-over from the top of her coppery curls to her cute, pink-tipped toes. Her hair floated down all around her shoulders, and her face was a little pink from being scrubbed clean. I took in her long T-shirt that made it look like she had nothing on underneath it and clenched my jaw. Half of me hoped that was the case, and the other side prayed she wore underwear. If not, I didn’t think I’d be able to keep things rated PG tonight. When I returned my focus to her face, I smirked because her blue pools were glued to my chest and hazy with desire.
“I’m sorry,” she sputtered suddenly, her feet shifting nervously beneath her. “I guess I wasn't clear enough. This is my room.”
I raised an eyebrow and chuckled. “I’m a fucking Navy SEAL, baby. You really think I didn’t figure that out?”
Phoebe’s lips curled up, and her eyes twinkled with amusement, but she still looked adorably confused. “If you know this is my room, why are you in here?”
“Once again,” I said with a long-suffering sigh, “I am reminding you of my promise not to leave your side." I wasn't sure if she noticed that this time, I left off the part about “until she was safe.” I certainly wouldn't physically leave her until I knew that was the case, but I didn't want her to misunderstand either. This was not temporary. I wouldn't be letting her go. Ever.
“I know I mentioned that good girls get rewarded…” A wicked grin stole across my face. “With rewards come punishments.”
Phoebe's mouth opened and formed an O that made my dick twitch. I was dying to feel those sexy lips wrapped around my shaft.
I let that hang in the air for a few heavy moments, then changed the subject. I didn’t want to push her too hard, too fast.
“I don't want to be so far away from you if you need me.”
A trickle of relief in her expression told me I wouldn't have to fight her on this. Then she nervously glanced between the bed and me.
“Um, I think I might have a sleeping bag. I'll go check.”
Before she could take more than a couple of steps, I was across the room, grabbing her arm and swinging her around to wrap her up in my embrace.