Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 48017 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48017 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
“I’ve had a really nice time,” she adds, looking towards the door absently, the same thing she did earlier in the day.
The brush off look that store clerks give customers when it’s time to go.
“Ashlee,” I start, taking a step towards her.
I can see now it’s getting late enough for her to be in bed, it’s also dawning on her I wasn’t kidding about not letting her out of my sight.
I can see too that she’s tired, full of food, and has a bigger day ahead tomorrow.
She just wants to sleep.
With no funny business.
“I’ll sleep in a chair. On the floor, if I have to,” I tell her before she can think of an excuse to have me leave her again because I won’t.
I’ll even sleep in my truck outside if I have to, but I’d rather have her in my sights. Watch over her if I can’t actually bed her tonight.
Her face twists and she looks pained.
I know she doesn’t want me to go, but she doesn’t want her boss turning up if I’m staying here either.
I can see a dozen things passing through her mind, and mine too.
Least of which is there’s no way I’d fit on that baby fold out couch, let alone with her in my arms.
As for what I really want to do with her on that bed?
I don’t think it would last half a minute before it snapped in two.
“No funny business,” I promise her again, creasing the corners of my mouth, reminding her I can sleep in a chair.
Although I’d rather sleep with you on my chest all night.
“There are a couple of couches down here to choose from,” she says thoughtfully, reminding herself out loud that there are spare blankets in a linen closet somewhere, which she goes in search of.
I’m standing in the middle of the bridal store, feeling myself deflating by the second.
I don’t want to sleep on a couch down here. I want to be right next to Ashlee, watching her sleep because I know I won’t get a wink.
Not now.
The couch idea seems to have let her off the hook in her own mind, and she creates a fuss over it. Making sure I have the biggest couch, which I know half my legs will still hang over even if I did try to sleep on it, and a huge pile of blankets and pillows.
“So you’re comfy,” she confirms, thrusting the bundle into my arms and avoiding my gaze as she stifles another yawn, promising that she’ll be up early so it’s best if we both get some serious shuteye.
I open my mouth to speak. A hundred things I want to tell her. Wanting to toss the bedding down on the ground and spread her out over it instead.
But I remind myself about not rushing things with her. I told her so myself earlier.
I’ve staked my claim and I know when she’s ready it’ll be the right time.
I feel my own face contorting with uncertainty as she says a chirpy “G’night” before quickly climbing her little stairs and closing the door behind her.
Wha-? What the fuck was that?
I toss the bedding onto the biggest couch and walk around the store slowly, double-checking it’s secured for the night.
I smile to myself a little, spotting the jacket on the mannequin. The pretend me she was holding before.
And then that dress.
My god, that dress.
I carefully hold it in my hands, lifting it to my face, and breathe her in. Her scent is still on it.
As close as I’ll get to her sweetness tonight, I tell myself.
The memory of her body, her sounds, and the sensation of her as she climaxed running through my mind over and over again until I’m hard as steel.
Groaning quietly to myself, wishing I was the kind of guy who could have just a little more patience with things.
I usually do, I try to reason with myself.
But when it comes to Ashlee, even having her in the next room is too far from me right now.
I try to busy myself with making up a little bed of my own. I even go through the motions of lying down and closing my eyes for a few minutes.
But it’s hopeless.
Knowing she’s just feet away, almost right above me, and most likely slipped out of those tracks pants and hoodie and into something else.
Or maybe she sleeps naked?
I growl low in my throat, the thought making my dick twitch and my mind race.
Sleep is the last thing on my mind right now, and I don’t make it any easier on myself by opening up Ashlee’s website tab on my phone again.
The sight of her is soothing, but it’s never gonna be enough now that I’ve felt her in the flesh.
Tasted her in my mouth.
It must be about a half-hour later but it feels like a whole night has passed by the time it happens.