Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 36185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
As I try to catch my breath, he pulls me to him, clutching me in his arms. He nuzzles my neck. “I’m sorry.”
I freeze in his arms. Is it over already? Is he already regretting what has happened between us? “Sorry for what?” I ask, needing him to clarify.
He pulls back, searching my eyes. “I didn’t use anything.”
I laugh and let out a big breath. “I know.”
He looks worried. “If anything happens… I’ll be here—”
And it’s then I realize what he’s thinking. “It will be fine, Cruz. I’m on the pill, and I’m clean. I’ve never, uh, you know, without a condom before.”
He shakes his head. “Me either.”
Stunned, I can’t hold back my surprise, and he laughs darkly. “I’ve never trusted a woman like that.”
The water is getting cold now. “Uh, you wanna put me down?”
He doesn’t move. “No.”
I laugh and then pat his muscled arm. “I mean, I know you’re strong and could probably do this all night, but I’m getting cold, and I’m starving.”
He switches gears immediately, and he lifts me off his manhood and then puts me on my feet. My legs about buckle, but he loops his arm around me. “You okay?”
I gently push from his arms. “Yeah, I’m okay. I should be asking you, though. I’m not light.”
He leans down and whispers in my ear, “You’re perfect.”
We clean up quickly, and by the time I’m rinsing off, I’m squealing from the cold water.
Trembling when I get out, he wraps a towel around me and then wraps another around my hair. There’s a knock on the door, and Cruz wraps a towel around his waist, kisses me, and tells me, “I’ll be right back.”
As he walks out of the bathroom, I’m trying not to freak out. All of this feels perfect—too perfect. It’s almost like we’re meant to be together, but just as soon as the thought comes, I pinch my arm to try and pull myself from this dream world because there’s no way that anything can come of Cruz Payne and me. He’s everything I’m not, and I’m sure he gave into me tonight because I practically threw myself at him.
I’m frozen, mid-thought, staring at the wall when Cruz comes in. The towel is gone, and he has on shorts, but he’s still bare-chested. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
I shake my head, forcing a smile to my face. “Nothing. Food here?”
He grabs something from his suitcase and then comes toward me. He grabs the towel and pulls it from my body. He puts his T-shirt over my head, and I put my arms in the sleeves. I look down at the Jasper Eagles T-shirt. “I have clothes.”
He pulls the hem down my thighs. “I know you do, but I like the idea of you wearing my shirt.”
He pulls at the towel on my head, and I just know my hair is sticking up everywhere. I pat it with my hand. “I should probably brush this out.”
He grabs my hand and pulls me through the hotel room, through the living room, my bedroom and then stops in my bathroom. He picks up the brush from the counter, and I try to take it from him, but he holds it out of my reach. “I got it.”
It’s awkward standing here as he brushes my hair. He’s gentle as he combs through the tangles, and I’m feeling a little overwhelmed at the care he’s giving me. I’ve never—not in my whole life—had someone take care of me the way he is right now, and I’m torn between confessing my feelings for him or running from the room and guarding my heart.
When he’s brushed through my hair, he sets the brush down and puts his hands on my shoulders as he looks at me in the mirror. “Let’s eat before it gets cold.”
He holds his hand out to me, and I don’t hesitate giving him mine. He threads our fingers together, and we walk together to the living room. I go to sit in the chair at the small table, and Cruz stops me. He sits down and then pulls me to his lap.
I giggle as I shift on his thighs. “Really, is this what we’re doing?”
He loops one arm around my waist, and with the other hand, he pulls the covers off the food on the table. He uncovers burgers, fries, mini pizzas, quesadillas, and an assortment of mini desserts. “I wasn’t sure what you wanted to eat.”
I wiggle again. “No, I mean, uh, am I sitting here?”
He sticks a fry in my mouth as he kicks my legs apart. His hand at my waist dips down, and he palms my pussy. He doesn’t enter me; he just holds his hand there, but it’s enough to have me pushing my hips, wanting more.
He kisses my neck. “Yep, I want to hold you while we eat. Is that okay?”