Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Last night replays in my mind. The car accident, being cold, unbearably so, and the noise. It’s a sound I’ll never forget. I’m only thankful Gabe found me when he did. I couldn’t tell you how long I was sitting upside down in my car, probably not long. I was frozen to the core, and not in the I-can’t-get-warm feeling either. An almost panic was more like it, unable to get my hands to move, let alone my body. The worst feeling I think I’ve ever experienced, and there’ve been more than a few doozies in my life. The relief was instantaneous. I was able to formulate words and do as he said to get me out of the wreck.
“Did I really say that out loud?” I recall being on my hands and knees, coming face to face with Gabe’s very well-endowed package and then, of course, I blurted out that still intact virginity status.
“Which time are you referring to?” My hands slap to my face, attempting to hide the fact that Gabe McCoy is the person beside me, his heavy thigh draped over mine, and the reason I feel like a furnace is heating me from the inside out. I spread my fingers, turn my head slightly, and look beside me. Why does he have to look so gorgeous first thing in the morning? His hair is messy from sleep, face soft, and I know without a shadow of a doubt the same can’t be said for myself.
“Oh God, I said so much.” I roll away, remembering everything. Did I really tell Gabe McCoy I was a virgin last night? Did I really see the outline of his cock and mention it? Yes, yes, I did.
“Carsynn, look at me, baby.” Gabe’s leg stays on top of mine while I attempt to wiggle away, trying to hide my embarrassment. He’s not letting that happen, not with the way he is using his leg, ankle hooking around mine and pulling me closer to him.
“Nope, not happening. I appreciate you helping me last night, but I can’t look at you. My face will be as bright as a tomato. I’ll just see myself out.” I’m not looking at him. Nope, no way. I keep my head turned, use my hands that are no longer covering my face to push the sheets away.
“Kind of hard to leave when we’re snowed in. How are you feeling? Any aches or pains?” Gabe’s touch on my hip is hot, searing me through the shirt I’m wearing. His gaze is heated, and with him so close to me, it’s hard to miss the outline of his cock.
“I don’t think so.” The man hovering above me dips his head, a grin appearing on his lips, only making him that much more desirable that I forget about the news he laid on me. “We’re snowed in?” I abandon thinking about getting out of bed or wiggling all my body parts to check on any aches and pains.
“Afraid so. The house runs on a generator when the power is out. The weather turned fast. A Nor’easter hit. We’ve got six feet outside right now, and they’re expecting more to drop throughout the day.” My eyes close, and I lose sight of the handsome man in front of me. A variety of things runs through my mind, mainly Bernie. Then there’s me being at Gabe’s house and stuck here when who knows if he’s okay with that. I mean, the man did bring me into his room and handed me a shirt from his dresser. He looked through his shorts and sweatpants, but none would fit. Gabe is massive in height and muscle compared to me. He looked from me to the drawer then back to me, mumbling under his breath about me being a tiny thing. I helped him make the decision, telling him I’d be fast in the shower, to which he replied to take my time, and he’d help sort out the scrapes afterward.
“What about Bernie?” I ask, trying to forget what it felt like to shower in his bathroom, use his bodywash and shampoo. It sucked there was no conditioner, but I couldn’t very well complain. The minute the water turned off, Gabe was knocking on the door, asking if I was ready to get bandaged up. I was quick with towel drying my body, using the same towel to put my hair up in a turban, and slipping his shirt over my head before squealing out an okay. Gabe proceeded to check me over from my head to the tips of my toes. My forearm took the brunt of it, a big scrape down the length of my left arm. He babied the heck out of the injury. Meanwhile, my eyes devoured his naked torso and a hell of a lot lower. Too bad for me, I didn’t get to see more of what he was packing like I did when I was crawling toward him.