Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 154595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Because he wanted her for more than just sex. Oh, the hints had been there. The way he felt lighter. The smiling. The whistling.
Fucking hell.
It was sickening.
He was losing his mind.
He pressed the buzzer again with a frown. Was she asleep? He’d texted her that he was heading over and it wasn’t that late. Markovich didn’t need him tonight.
“Yeah?” she asked, sounding slightly off. Almost grouchy.
That wasn’t like his girl at all. Normally, she was a ball of sunshine. Not something he’d ever thought he’d want. And her need to talk to everyone made him worry about her safety constantly. But he guessed opposites could attract.
Could be because she still had her period.
“It’s me, girl. Let me in.”
“Or what?” she asked, sounding amused now.
Okay, maybe she wasn’t as grouchy as he’d thought.
“Or you’ll be in trouble.”
“No, no, that’s not what you’re supposed to say.”
What?
“You’re meant to say or you’ll huff and you’ll puff and you’ll blow my house down.”
Hmm.
This wasn’t what he’d expected. Was this . . . was this a hint that she had a Little side?
Or she’s just having fun. Still, he wondered sometimes. The dog soft toy on her bed. Her choice of panties and socks.
But none of that really meant anything.
She could just like silly socks and panties. And be really messy. He never thought he’d like a woman who spilled stuff as much as she did. Or left things lying all over the place. But it seemed he didn’t care about any of that.
All he wanted was her.
“Girl, you implying that I’m the big bad wolf?”
A giggle hit his ears making him smile.
“If the shoe fits . . .”
“So that makes you the little piggy, does it?” he asked in a low voice.
“I think I’ll just let you in now,” she said in a high-pitched voice.
“You do that, girl.”
Oh, she was in trouble now. He made his way upstairs to her room. He knocked on her door, gratified to hear her unlocking it. He’d have had to scold her if she’d unlocked it before he got there.
Then she opened her door, staring up at him. She was dressed in that horrible tracksuit and there was a dark stain down the front as well as a bit of something by her lips.
But that wasn’t what had him frowning. Nope, it was the paleness of her skin and the dark marks under her eyes.
“Girl, didn’t you sleep last night?” he grumbled.
He was shocked as she grabbed his arm, tugging him inside. Well, she did her best to tug him. He only moved because he wanted to. It was like a fly trying to move a lion.
She glanced out the door before closing and locking it.
“Maeve? You okay?”
“Yeah. I just . . . I don’t know. I didn’t sleep last night and I feel a bit off.”
“Sick?” He placed a hand over her forehead. She didn’t feel hot although she was flushed. That could be due to fatigue, though.
“No, not sick. I don’t know. My brain won’t shut up.” She flitted around, picking things up. But instead of putting them away, she’d find something else to pick it up and place the other item down.
So basically, she was just shifting things around. It was cute as hell. But he was starting to really worry about her. Sitting on the sofa, he stared over at her.
“Maeve.”
She froze. As though she’d just remembered he was there. Well, that wasn’t exactly flattering, was it?
“Yes?” she asked.
“Come here.”
“I was just going to tidy up. Sorry, it’s a mess.”
“Come here.”
“Would you like a drink? Something to eat? How rude of me not to offer. I don’t know what’s wrong with my manners.”
He stared at the dog, who looked back at him. Today, the French Bulldog was dressed in a leopard print tutu. It was interesting.
“I don’t want anything, girl, except for you to come here.”
“But I—”
“Maeve,” he said in a stern voice. He didn’t often use that voice on her. He might have wanted to. A lot. But it wasn’t really his place.
Only now, he thought he might make it his place.
She moved over to him. Slowly. So slowly that his hand itched to give her naughty ass a few sharp spanks.
What a brat.
When she was close, though, he lifted her onto his lap. Now wasn’t the time to go through any of that. There was something going on with her. As soon as he got her into his lap, though, she sighed and settled in. Perhaps it was just that she was exhausted.
He rubbed at the back of her neck, then circled that spot that got her so turned on. She squirmed, pressing against him.
It would be impossible not to react, but he tried not to focus on his growing erection. She needed to be settled down. Not for him to toss her over the back of the sofa and fuck her brains out.