Dream Maker Read online Kristen Ashley (Dream Team #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Dream Team Series by Kristen Ashley
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Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 133738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 669(@200wpm)___ 535(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
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Best of all, Lottie and Mo set a date for their wedding.

And the day we both found out, Mag asked me to be his date.

They weren’t messing around and as such, their engagement wasn’t going to be a long one.

But it was still months away, and he was so sure of us, I was so sure of us, I was going to be Mag’s date.

And he was going to be mine.

I smiled to myself and turned carefully, just in case he was still sleeping.

What assailed my eyes was that he was still sleeping. On his back, the covers down to his waist, his injured arm cocked, his hand resting between his pecs, his hair messy and falling on his forehead, eyes closed, those curly lashes resting on his cheeks.

I’d never seen him asleep, he was usually awake before me.

And it shouldn’t surprise me, but somehow it did, how he seemed a new brand of beautiful while he was sleeping.

It was on that thought, it hit me.

He was mine.

This man sleeping beside me was mine.

My boyfriend.

My lover.

My friend.

That beautiful sleeping man was mine.

And on these thoughts, I moved into him and pressed my lips against his pectoral.

I felt him stir.

But that didn’t stop me.

Oh no.

That was what I wanted.

I slid my lips up to his throat.

“Baby,” he murmured, low and sleepy, and I felt wet hit between my legs at that word coming from him like that, aimed at me.

I ran my lips over his rough jaw, pushing my body even further up.

He pressed his arm under me, curled it around, his fingers drifting along my spine and into my hair.

I headed for his lips, but I didn’t kiss him.

I looked into his sleepy, beautiful eyes and whispered, “You’re handsome when you sleep.”

“Yeah?” he whispered back.

“Yeah,” I confirmed.

He moved his hand through my hair, around to my face, where he stroked my jaw with the tips of his fingers.

He was like that, Mag was.

He touched.

Affectionate.

Loving.

Not just during sex. Not just when he was trying to butter me up.

He was a guy who held hands.

He was a guy who cuddled.

He was those two things.

Affectionate.

Loving.

“I need to go talk to my brother again,” I announced, and his brows shot together with annoyance.

“Evie.”

“I have to thank him.” I slid my hand up to his face and rubbed my thumb along the stubble at his cheek. “If he wasn’t a douche canoe, on our first date, you probably would have thought I was just some klutzy nerd that lectured you on environmental issues within minutes of meeting her and then counted down the minutes until you could be shot of her.”

His brows relaxed and his mouth softened.

“Babe, I was into you the second I laid eyes on you.”

He was?

Nice.

“Then I demonstrated I was a klutz, this I did spectacularly, after, of course, I lectured you on environmental issues,” I reminded him.

“A cute one.”

I grinned at him.

“Nothin’ wrong with havin’ fire and an opinion, Evie,” he said. “I know you got a bent to talk yourself down, think things about you aren’t as awesome as they are. But just so you know, I was into you the second I laid eyes on you, and I was only more interested in you when you started lecturing me and seriously into you when you smacked your head into the counter.”

My mind wanted to distort that.

Make it negative.

Find some reason not to believe.

But I couldn’t. There was no evidence to support it.

He was into me from the beginning and he didn’t hide it.

“I was into you the second I laid eyes on you too,” I shared.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Both his arms went around me, and in a great Mag Surge, he rolled me to my back, so he was on top.

After he got me in position, his hands went into my cami, sliding up my sides, skin on skin.

I shivered under him.

“Sunday,” I whispered.

“Sunday,” he whispered back, and the way he said that word made me know he felt the same way about lazy Sundays as me.

I loved that.

And then he kissed me.

It was soft and slow and sweet.

I loved that too.

After a long time of kissing, it wasn’t soft or slow or sweet and he wasn’t only kissing my mouth.

I wasn’t only kissing his either.

Then, after a long time of rediscovering one another (even if we hadn’t really lost touch, considering we’d had sex last night before going to sleep), Mag rolled on a condom, hooked my legs at the backs of the knees with his hands, lifted them and lowered his body down on mine.

I pressed my legs tight to his sides…

And then, slowly, his tongue tracing my lips, his eyes holding mine, he slid inside.

God.

Yeah.

Heck yeah.

Totally would beg for Mag to be on top.

We then made love and it was making love.

I’d never done it before, and I was an instant devotee.


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