Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 20948 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20948 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
“Not at all.” Rhodes grabs a towel and wipes the sweat off his face, giving me ample time to gawk at his body. Yep, forgive me, God, for I have sinned, but if sinning means looking at a man as handsome as a Grecian god, so be it. Never in my life have I been jealous of a towel as much as I am right now. I only wish it were my tongue when he moves it down toward his chest, which sadly also means my time at staring at Rhodes is over for the time being.
“Thanks,” I somehow manage to say without sounding like a flaming idiot. Rhodes grabs his crutch, refusing to use both, which shows how strong he is as a person and also how stubborn he is. He stands up, and I go to take a step back when the tips of his fingers graze the skin between my top and leggings. I’m frozen in place, standing still, wondering if I should move or not. Maybe it’s the fact that this is the first time Rhodes has touched me in more than a professional way. Until this very moment, I kind of assumed the feeling was one-sided, not that I have any reason to feel this way. I’ve seen Rhodes in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs before, and he has not once hidden what he’s packing.
“You’re welcome, and Kyra?” I lift my head, no longer focusing on his chest or the smattering of brown hair that makes me want to rub against him like a cat in heat. I want to know what it’d feel like to have nothing between us, to see what Rhodes is capable of doing to my body. A shiver takes a hold of me at the thought.
As it stands now, the copious amounts of self-induced orgasms are barely scratching the surface of my pent-up desire. I swear my fingers are going to turn into shriveled raisins before too long or with my luck arthritis will set in and I’ll really be in trouble.
“Yes?” My voice is breathless and uneven, my chest rising and falling with each moment our eyes are on one another’s.
“You’ve got something in your hair.” Rhodes' hand moves away from my hip, the tips of his fingers dragging up the length of my torso until he removes them before he meets the underside of my breast.
Bummer. I wanted him to keep touching me.
Try as I might, but taking a deep exhale to hopefully have him linger longer doesn’t help. Rhodes keeps one hand on his crutch as he takes his touch away from me, moving to the top of my head. My hair is in desperate need of a wash. I'm on day four, and it is way past time with how overheated I am around Rhodes. By tomorrow, it’ll be standing on its own with enough grease to change the oil in a motor. I’m almost afraid Rhodes will see just how bad it is.
My hair reaches the top of my ass and is thicker than I care to admit. The last thing I want to do when it feels like this is the hottest month in Florida is blow dry my hair. Every year, I swear it’s just one month and then the next month comes only for it to be even worse. This summer feels like the heatwaves have been days on end with higher heat indexes than the day before. Throw in the humidity staying in the ninetieth percentile and the only way to stay cool is to stay inside or sit your ass in a body of water.
“What?” I quirk my head to the side. He comes away with a leaf. The top knot on my head is always getting into something. “Oh, well, that must’ve been there for a while now,” I respond. I’ve taken over watering Rhodes' plants in the front and backyard. He has a yard most people would dream of. Situated on the beach, his backyard is less than a hundred feet away from the ocean.
“I imagine so.” Rhodes hand comes away. The leaf is more of a petal, one of the rare colors of a hibiscus plant he has near the small front porch. The beautiful and bold purple color gives way to a fuchsia and then pink. The bright yellow stigma makes me love the flower even more. I didn’t expect the lush landscape surrounding Rhodes' home. It was a huge difference to my father’s place where I’ve been staying between stints as a travel nurse. It doesn’t even have a yard since Dad prefers to live in a condo with little to no maintenance. Being with Rhodes has been a nice change of scenery.
“I’ll just get my workout done now.” Being this close, practically feeling the heat emanating from his body, and not being able to do a thing about it is slowly killing me.