Total pages in book: 215
Estimated words: 217988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1090(@200wpm)___ 872(@250wpm)___ 727(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 217988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1090(@200wpm)___ 872(@250wpm)___ 727(@300wpm)
“I just . . . what if something triggers you . . .” he trailed off, obviously searching for how to say what he was thinking without setting her off. As though she was a ticking time bomb about to explode.
Aren’t you?
“Just promise you’ll talk to me if you need to. And that you’ll tell me if I ever do something wrong.”
Oh, Brody.
She wrapped her arms around his waist. “You could never do anything wrong.”
“You say that now, but you’ve never lived with me. Apparently, I’m messy, smelly, and annoying. Not that I’m suggesting we move in together or anything,” he added hastily, stepping back from her. “I’m just saying that’s what my sisters used to say about living with me. Oh my God!” He slammed the palm of his hand into his forehead. “I just told you that I’m smelly!”
He was such a goof.
“I can’t believe I said that. I didn’t mean it. Well, I am a bit messy. But I’ll try to clean up after myself. I’m not smelly, though. I just went through this stage of not wanting to shower every day and all teenage boys are smelly, right?”
She stared at him with wide eyes. Then she burst into laughter. She laughed so hard that she developed a stitch in her side, gasping for air.
“Don’t laugh,” he half-begged.
There was a note of chagrin in his voice. Maybe embarrassment. Oh no. She hoped he didn’t think she was laughing at him.
“Brody.” She took his hand again, squeezing it and trying to pull him closer. He came reluctantly. “I think that you’re gorgeous, smart, kind, and sexy. And you smell delicious.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
His shoulders went back and his chest puffed out proudly.
“You smell good enough to eat,” she whispered. Then she blushed as she realized how that sounded. “Uh, I mean, oh . . .”
“I know what you meant,” he told her kindly. Cupping her face between his hands, he slowly bent down to kiss her.
The kiss turned into something far hotter, he stepped back, breathing heavily.
He straightened his glasses and took slow, long breaths. Glancing down, she saw the way his cock was pressing against his pants.
My oh my.
Yum.
And she’d never thought of a cock as yum before. But she was practically licking her lips at the idea of sucking him off.
She’d given Brad blow jobs. Apparently, the no-sex thing didn’t apply to blow jobs. Funny how he’d never returned the favor, though. Did she want to try with Brody?
Dirty slut.
Beg me to touch you.
No! She wasn’t letting him into her head.
They stared at each other for a long moment. The need to break the tension filled her.
“Besides, I already knew you were messy.”
“What? Hey!” he protested, but he was grinning. Then he grimaced. “Yeah, there’s a reason why I’ve never invited you to my place. I’d probably have to spend a week tidying it.”
That’s why he’d never asked her over? She’d thought there was some other reason he didn’t want her there.
“Maybe I could come to your place tonight.”
His eyes widened, surprise filling them.
“Or not,” she added hastily. “Whatever. Doesn’t matter. S’all good, bro.”
Good Lord, stop talking. Bro? Seriously?
Distraction. She needed a distraction.
“Hey, have you seen my pirouette? I’m really good at it.” She held her hands up and started moving around the kitchen, performing several truly epic pirouettes.
She was rocking it.
“Autumn, watch out!”
Smash! She banged right into the counter, banging her toe. Grabbing it, she hopped around the kitchen.
“Ouch. Ouch. Owie. Ouch.” She bumped into the island, hitting her hip.
Oh, this was just ridiculous.
And terrible.
“Tutu, stop.”
The command caught her by surprise, and she stared up at Brody through watery eyes. She was still hunched over, holding her toes while she debated whether her toes or her side hurt more.
Moving to her, he gently took hold of her hand and made her release her toes.
“It hurts!” she said pitifully.
“I know, sweetie.”
“I needs an ice pack. And a sucker.”
“I’ll get you both,” he promised. He wrapped an arm around her waist and led her to the sofa in the living room.
She sniffled as he placed her foot on a cushion on the coffee table. “This feels like déjà vu.”
“Hmm, you do seem to hurt yourself quite often.”
“I do not.” She thought about that. “Okay, occasionally I do. I don’t know what happened. Those were some darn good pirouettes.”
Did he just wince?
“What? You don’t think they were good?” she demanded
How. Rude.
His eyes grew comically wide. “Of course, they were. They were amazing.”
She grunted in satisfaction. Darn tooting, they were. “It was just that the counter was in the way. And the island.”
“I’ll go get you an ice pack.”
“And a sucker for being brave.” She bit her lip after saying that. Maybe he didn’t want to deal with her Little. It wasn’t like he was a Daddy.
But he just smiled gently. “I’ll get you a sucker.”