Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 134598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 538(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 538(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
“You slept in your jeans?” How had she not noticed until now?
“I didn’t want to leave you to get changed.”
That was really sweet.
“Because I had a night terror?”
“Yes, that. And because I needed to be close to you after everything that happened. The idea of anything happening to you . . .”
Ethan trailed off and she straightened, placing her hands on his shoulders to lean in and kiss him. “Nothing happened to me.”
“But it could have,” he said. “And that’s unacceptable. Nothing can happen to you. Nothing.”
There was a fierceness to his voice that took her by surprise. But then she remembered how protective he was. And what had happened to his sister all those years ago. If he could protect strangers for a job, what would he do for someone he actually cared about?
That would be something truly special.
She’d experienced a bit of it yesterday. But she wanted more. Craved it.
“I promise I’m fine. You don’t need to worry.” She didn’t want him to give himself an ulcer.
“I’ll keep you safe, baby.”
It sounded like a vow.
And she wanted to sink into it. Let him surround her in safety.
Forever.
It was scary and yet not at the same time. Because it felt almost like it was meant to be.
Logically, she knew that was crazy. She didn’t believe in things like fate.
Until she met him.
“Can I take these off?” she asked, tugging at his jeans.
“You better.”
She unzipped them with hands that shook. “I don’t know why I’m shaking.”
“You’re sure you’re not cold?” he asked sharply. “Why doesn’t Rhodes have the heating up more in here?”
“I’m fine. Believe me, the last thing I am is cold.” She moved to the side so he could take off his jeans.
She could see his thick erection pressing against the material of his black boxers.
Holy. Heck.
“Sweetheart? Are you all right?”
She licked her lips.
He said he wanted honesty. He dropped his hands to her hips.
“Well, you realize that I’m a bit inexperienced.”
He raised an eyebrow. “A bit?”
“All right, pretty much completely inexperienced.” She really wished she had taken the opportunity to do some online research.
“But is it meant to be this big?”
He glanced down at his dick. Then he grinned. “You’re worried that my dick is too big?”
“I think it’s going to break my jaw.”
He threw his head back with a laugh and she frowned at him. “That wasn’t a joke.”
“No, baby. I know. Don’t worry. I’m not too big, and you’re not going to break your jaw. You can just take as much of me as you can manage.”
“Really? I shouldn’t try and fit all of you into my mouth?” That wasn’t her understanding of how a blow job worked.
He cleared his throat. “Well, you can certainly try that if you like, baby. But we should work our way up to that.”
“Good call.” She nodded. “I’m going to need lots of practice, then.”
“I won’t object. But at some stage, I’ll have to return the favor; I mean, get in practice of my own.”
“You need practice?”
“Hmm, I have to learn what you like, don’t I? That could mean spending hours with my head between your thighs.”
Holy moly.
She nearly came from just his words. “Well, if you must.”
“I must. For now, though, can I take my boxers off?”
“Um, yes, sure. Are you sore?” He had to be sore, right? His clothes were probably constricting his blood flow.
Although it looked like his blood was flowing just fine to his dick.
“Yeah, I guess I am sore.” He stripped off his boxers and she found herself staring once more.
“Can I touch?” she whispered.
“All you like,” he told her. “Just be aware, I might need some breaks.”
“Oh, in case you become overstimulated?”
“Yeah. Something like that.”
“I understand. When I get overstimulated, I like to be alone for self-care. Is that what you want?”
“Ahh, no. Self-care is the last thing I want.”
Good to know.
Cate moved between his open legs and ran a finger along his cock. “Wow, it’s warm. And smooth.” She wrapped her hand around the base of him and then moved it up and down.
Then, bracing herself with one hand on his stomach, she ran her tongue over the head of his dick.
Hmm. That was nice.
Then she explored him, licking over every inch.
“You’re doing so well, baby,” he murmured.
When she came up for a moment, she became aware of mumbling something under his breath.
“Are you all right?” she asked him.
“Yeah, just counting backward in French.”
“You know French?”
“Not really. I’m making it up as I go.”
Huh. All right.
“Am I doing all right?”
“Baby, if you do any better, I might have to move onto German.”
Um.
“Is that a good thing?”
“Very good thing.”
Wow. Who knew she’d be so good at blow jobs?
“I like licking you. You taste so good. But I think I’m ready to take you into my mouth.”
“Thank God,” he muttered.
Hmm, seemed he was as impatient as she was. She leaned in and took the head into her mouth.