Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Cautiously, I trace her lips with my tongue, asking for entrance. She gives me what I want when she opens for me, her taste exploding on my tongue.
I need her closer.
My hand returns to the small of her back. Applying light pressure, I mold our bodies together. There isn’t a part of her that’s not touching a part of me. I don’t know how many times I’ve imagined us in this very situation, in my bed. I’m fucking twenty-five years old, and this woman has me feeling like I’m a randy teenager all over again.
I deepen the kiss and realize McKenna is the only woman in the world that could have me feeling this way.
Out of control.
Fueled by lust.
It’s all McKenna, and I want to soak up every second of this experience with her. My hand slides under her shirt. My shirt. I allow my fingers to trace the silky-smooth skin of her back, and my tongue lazily explores her mouth. Neither of us is in a hurry. I’m not sure what she’s thinking, but for me, I want time to slow down. I want to stop it, right here at this moment, with the beautiful, intoxicating woman in my arms.
In my bed.
Her phone ringing from my nightstand has me ending the kiss and pulling back. “You need to get that?” I ask her.
She pulls in a deep breath as if she needs to work harder to breathe. I know the feeling. “Yeah, I should see who it is.”
Reluctantly, I pull away from her, reaching over to the nightstand and handing her the phone. I see my sister's face smiling at me, and I bite back a groan. If Laramie pulls her away from me right now, I’m going to be pissed.
“Hey,” McKenna answers, clearing her throat. “Yeah, I’m here. I’m… uh… in Rip’s room. We’re watching a movie.” She’s quiet as her face turns red. “I’ll see you in the morning, Lara.” She shakes her head, ending the call.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah. She was just checking to see if I was here. I guess they went to the kitchen for food and didn’t see me on the couch.”
“I would never have you sleep on the couch. You’ll sleep here in my bed. I’ll take the couch in my office.”
“I can sleep on the couch, Rip. It’s fine.” Her eyes roam over my body and if I wasn’t already hard as stone, I would be now.
“My bed’s more comfortable.” I smirk.
“You want to share?” Her eyes widen. “I mean, I could have gone home.”
“With you? Absolutely. And you are exactly where you’re supposed to be.” My words cause a light blush to coat her cheeks. “Here, I’ll plug that in for you.” Holding my hand out for her phone, she gives it to me. Rolling over, I fumble with the cord to plug it in and turn off the lamp, bathing the room in darkness. Rolling back over, I reach for her, and she comes willingly into my arms.
“You good?”
“Yeah.” She settles into my chest, and I can’t help but think about how right this feels. This is where she belongs.
“How many women have had the opportunity to try out this more comfortable mattress?” she asks into the silence of the room. There’s a hesitancy in her voice as if she’s afraid of the answer. She shouldn’t be.
“Just you.”
I feel her lift her head from my chest. I wish I could see her big brown eyes. “Come on now. I’m a big girl. I can handle it.”
“Just you, McKenna. This is my home. I don’t bring women here.”
“Oh.” I feel her start to move away, but I hold tight, keeping my arms around her. “I should go….” Her voice trails off.
“You should lie back down.” I hold my breath, waiting to see what she’ll do. When she finally lies back down, I can feel the stiffness in her body, and that just won’t do. “They’re not you, McKenna.”
“I don’t understand.”
“This is my home. I’ve spent countless hours renovating this place. It’s special to me.”
“It’s beautiful.”
You’re beautiful. “I don’t share this part of my life with just anyone.”
“So you’re telling me that I made the cut?”
“No. What I’m telling you is that you’re the one and only. At least when it comes to this room and this bed. You’re it.” I can’t stop the word vomit from spewing from my mouth. I’m sure I’ve said too much. I’m sure she’s going to have questions, and I don’t know how to answer them. She’s been home less than forty-eight hours, and here I am staking my claim. I’ve stayed silent all these years, not wanting to scare her away, and now here I am laying all of my cards on the table. I wanted her to follow her dreams and then come home. That’s why I’ve kept my desire for her all to myself. I could never live with myself if I held her back in any way.