Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 135847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Her fingers tightened on his arm.
“Okay, that’s enough on that for tonight,” she said gently.
“I hate to look a gift horse in the mouth, but you’re a shockingly bad gossip monger,” he joked.
“I know.” She fake pouted. “My skills are failing me.”
He leaned in to give her a quick kiss.
When he leaned back, he again got serious.
“I’m sorry all that shit is happening with your family.”
She did a quick shrug, let his forearm go and took another sip of her wine.
“You want a tour of the whole apartment?” he offered.
She shot him the side eye. “Is it ending in your bedroom?”
“Yes, but although I had grand schemes of sliding into home tonight, and I’d like to invite you to sleep beside me if you want, after the night you had, I’m not going to make any moves.”
“Disappointing,” she pouted that word into her wineglass.
“You’re open to make any moves you like.”
She set smiling eyes on him.
Then she slid off the stool, hooked arms with him to pull him off his, and taking their wineglasses with them she led him to the staircase.
“All right then, Mr. Wheeler, dazzle me with your lair.”
He set about doing that, and as he did it, he found he had new eyes about the space himself. Because she was dazzled, almost girlish with it, and it made it so fun, it was the first time he was proud to show the place off.
Though, he suspected, that feeling mostly had to do with being glad, after the night she had, she could come to him, and being in his space made her happy.
CHAPTER 15
SIXTH SENSE WAS ELSA
Hale
The next morning, Hale heard her phone alarm then felt her shift, her hair sliding along the skin of his chest.
He then felt her lips touch him there before she moved away.
He caught her wrist, tugged her back, and rolled so he was covering her.
He didn’t do anything else, just settled in.
Elsa did something.
Her hands roaming him, her lips gliding along his neck, she got to his ear and asked, “You going back to sleep?”
“Yup,” he muttered.
Though, with her touch, his dick wasn’t.
She nipped his ear with her teeth, and he felt that there, as well as elsewhere, before she inquired, “With me trapped under you?”
“Yup,” he repeated.
She laughed softly in his ear.
His cock stirred even more.
She ran her lips down his jaw.
He ran his hand down her spine.
These actions started something Hale had never experienced before. Just touch, smell, pressing, some rubbing, no kissing, but all gentle, all in silence, and a great deal of it.
So much, he knew when she was ready, like his sixth sense was Elsa. So he wrapped his hand around her ponytail, tugged her head back gently, all while using his other hand to trace the edge of the waistband of her panties.
He made it to the front and dove in.
Warm. Wet. Gorgeous.
She gasped and rocked against his fingers.
Even better.
He watched through the shadows as he made her come. It didn’t take long. But it was magnificent.
He let her shove her face in his neck when it was over, then he wrapped both arms around her and held her closer.
Perfect start to the day, perfect start to their exploration of each other, and they hadn’t even kissed.
“Now you can leave me in my bed,” he allowed.
She tipped her head back so her lips were under his chin. “No. Now you.”
“I’m good, baby.”
“Sorry?”
He angled his head so they were face to face in the shadows.
“Don’t get me wrong. I want to let you make me come for you. But that kind of thing between us isn’t tit for tat. Just because you get one doesn’t mean you owe me one.”
Her silence held the weight of surprise.
She broke it to note, “You’re hard.”
He chuckled. “It’s not an affliction, sweetheart. It’ll go away on its own.”
She ran a hand down his side. “It can also go away another way.”
“Baby—”
She kissed his throat, then, “Shh, Hale.”
Right, she was determined, so he wasn’t about to stop her.
She pushed him on his back, kissed down his chest, pulled down his sleep joggers and his cock sprang free.
He gritted his teeth as she took hold.
Then she licked the tip.
That made him growl, thinking it heralded her taking it slow, therefore, he settled in.
It didn’t herald Elsa taking it slow.
Right after the lick, she swallowed him whole.
At that, he groaned.
She then commenced giving him the best head he’d had, by far.
In fact, it didn’t feel like a sex act or a moment of intimacy, it felt like an act of worship. It was so hot, he had to push up to sitting with his back against the headboard, taking her with him, so he had a better vantage point to watch her work him.
When he was almost there, he hauled her up, his balls tightening at hearing her mew of protest. He draped her on him and wrapped his hand around hers at the base of his cock, and both of them pumped the results of her blowjob all over his stomach.