Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 103356 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 517(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103356 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 517(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Um. Yeah. That wasn’t happening.
He stood there. What was he waiting for? She really had to pee.
“Sit down,” he commanded.
“Good Lord,” she muttered. But she sat, still blushing.
He disappeared, leaving the door open. Um, no. She didn’t think so. Leaning over, she managed to nudge the door closed.
“Lilac,” he said warningly through the closed door.
“I cannot pee with you listening,” she told him.
That was a step too far.
She ignored the sound of his sigh.
After she was finished, she slowly stood. Then she flushed the toilet before moving to the sink to wash her hands.
The door immediately opened like she figured it might.
“That’s three, baby,” Tanner said from behind her.
She turned with a gasp, the room spinning slightly.
“Damn it, Lilac.” Stepping forward, he lifted her into his arms. “What were you thinking?”
“I was thinking that I can pull my own panties up and wash my own hands.”
“All right, then how about this? Stop thinking and start letting me do the thinking for you.”
That really shouldn’t be so appealing. But it was. It really was.
“I need clean clothes for tomorrow,” she mumbled as he carried her into the bedroom and laid her on the bed. Turning, he grabbed a large T-shirt out of his duffel bag.
What did it say about her that she really wanted to wear his clothes?
She wasn’t really sure.
As he reached for her T-shirt, she suddenly changed her mind. She really did feel gross and dirty.
“I really need a shower.”
“And you can have a shower, but I’ll need to help you.”
“You’ll get all wet.”
“Hmm. I won’t be the only one.” He winked at her.
Lilac groaned. “That was awful.”
“Really? Huh. I thought it was some of my best work.”
She sighed. “B minus at best.”
His eyes widened. “B minus? I’ll take it. I was always a C student.”
“You’re terrible.”
“Terribly good?”
“I think you know the answer to that. And I’m pretty sure I’ll be okay to shower by myself.” She was being honest about her hairy legs.
“Baby, I don’t care about your hairy legs. Besides, I just had my face right next to them when I helped you go to the toilet.”
She gasped in realization. “Damn it.”
Tanner gave her a wicked grin. “Come on, you’ll sleep better if you’re clean. Stay there and I’ll turn the shower on.”
As he turned the shower on, she carefully sat up and reached behind her to undo her bra, pulling it off while keeping her T-shirt on.
A sigh of relief left her, and she heard him chuckle.
“That was a big sigh.”
“Men have no idea how good it feels to take a bra off. I mean, I know I don’t really have anything there anymore, but . . .” she trailed off as his smile turned into a frown.
Yikes.
Okay, she shouldn’t have reminded him of that.
She basically had a whole new body now. Would he like it better? Or not?
“I think I might call Abby and get her to help me,” she told him, feeling even more self-conscious.
Tanner eyed her for a moment. Then he walked closer. Stopping in front of her, he placed his hands on the bed on either side of her.
“Let’s get one thing straight, shall we? No matter what you look like, I am still going to want you. Did I think you looked sexy before? Fuck, yes. I thought I was going to come as soon as I got inside you. Very nearly did.”
She snorted. Urgh. She had to stop making that sound.
“Am I hard at the thought of getting you naked now? Hell. Yes. Do you want to see the evidence?”
Yes.
“No!” she cried.
His lips twitched. “Liars get their bottoms spanked.”
Lilac scowled at him. “That is not three.”
“Nope, it’s four.” Reaching up, he ran his finger over her lip. “I’m hard as fuck over the idea of seeing you naked, touching. I still want to eat that pussy until my appetite is sated, knowing it will never be. All I want, baby, is for you to be healthy and happy. Okay? And I think we can agree it’s not ideal to skip meals.”
There was no condemnation in his voice. He didn’t look at her like he blamed her in any way.
“I guess so,” she said, letting out a sigh.
“Come on, let’s get you clean. It’s well past your nap time.” Picking her up once again, he carried her, along with his T-shirt, into the bathroom.
Setting her on the counter, he stripped off the T-shirt she was wearing. Bending down, he cupped one breast. She hadn’t been lying, there really wasn’t anything there anymore.
But the look on his face was one of wonder, of reverence. Dropping his mouth to her nipple, he took it into his mouth, sucking.
A whimper escaped her. She wasn’t ready nor had the energy for sex. She still didn’t feel that desirable . . . although with the way he was staring at her, touching her, perhaps that was all in her head.