Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 135955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Her breath hitches, and she throws herself forward, peeking down my back. “I did! You’re scratched to pieces.”
“I’ve had worse, but nothing as memorable.”
“We need to shower and wash these out.”
“Good idea.” I carry her to the bathroom, switching on the shower.
“I can’t believe you moved into Ace’s room.”
“It was in the works before you left town.”
“I remember it being mentioned, but why?”
“It’s all about the access. I want you to feel comfortable coming and going.”
“I am comfortable.”
“When I’m not here,” I clarify.
“Harley’s moved out. Why would I be here without you?”
I set her on her feet, and my cock bobs against my stomach, missing her instantly. Her eyes drop and she smiles coyly. “It’s not only me who can’t get enough.” Her fingertips scale my piercing.
If she keeps this up, my plans for this afternoon will go to shit. I move us under the spray and spin her, pressing into her back.
“You’re no fun.” She pouts.
“Wash your hair, Jewls.”
She huffs, grabbing her shampoo. I take advantage of her position, sliding my hands down her chest, massaging her tits until her nipples are tight peaks. She groans, sinking into my touch.
“Keep washing.”
My fingertips trail over her ribcage, down her abdomen, and slide between her legs.
“Oh God, you can’t.”
“Keep washing,” I instruct, strumming a thumb across her clit.
Her breath hitches. “Sen… sen… sitive,” she stutters.
“I’ll be gentle.” I slide a finger inside, her muscles flexing immediately. “You’re soaked.”
“That’s you.”
“It’s us.”
I add a finger and twist them until she’s moaning. “You and me. You have any idea what that does to me?”
“W-what?”
“It makes me a greedy man. I want your pussy to be full of me all the time. Sitting at your office in your fancy-ass clothes, bouncing around that bar, sipping wine with your girls, I want to know my cum is coating you.”
“Major.” My name is a low plea of need. Her hands drop to grip my forearms.
I pump faster, her breath coming in pants as her muscles pulse. My thumb tweaks her clit, and she screams my name, slumping into me for support.
“Still think I’m no fun?” I whisper in her ear.
“You’re setting the bar pretty high for future showers.”
“You want me to finger fuck you in the shower, say the word.”
I turn on the other showerhead, stepping into the ice-cold spray. She turns, her eyes bright and cheeks flushed. “What are we doing about that?”
“We aren’t doing anything. Finish your shower.”
“It looks painful.”
“I’ll live.”
“I could—”
My cock lurches at the suggestion. “Baby, if you touch me, we’re never leaving this room today.”
She runs her tongue over her bottom lip. “Whatever you say.”
I close my eyes, counting backward and willing myself to stay put. The slight sting of the cold water on the scratches on my back helps take my mind off Jewls’ naked body only a few feet away. It takes hold until the scent of melons fills the air. My eyes fly open, and all my blood rushes south.
Damn temptress. She’s perched a leg on the bench, exposing every inch of herself as she casually shaves. Water droplets roll over her curves, tantalizing me.
I slam off the water and storm out before I lose the loose grip on my control.
“Is it something I did?” she calls sweetly after me.
“Finish your shower,” I grate out, wrapping a towel around my waist.
Her soft laughter follows me to the closet, and I yank on some clothes, cursing under my breath.
The water shuts off and she hums softly. Even the low sound has me wanting to take her straight back to bed.
“Get a grip, Major.”
“Grip on what?” she asks breezily, reaching for one of my tees. “And why are you grumpy?”
“We need to talk about something important. I need to feed you, and I can’t do either when all I can think about is fucking you. I’ve reverted to a fucking teenage boy.”
Her eyes brighten with joy. “Looks like our predicament is beneficial to both of us.”
I don’t comment on her terminology because I’m glued to watching her slip on a tiny lace thong. She grins seductively, sliding my shirt over her head.
“Are the guys here?”
“Huh?”
“The guys? If they’re here, I need to wear shorts.”
“I have no idea.” The reply comes out gruff.
“I’ll play it safe.” She grabs a pair of gym shorts from her bag. “We need to go by my place this afternoon if we’re staying here tonight. I need some clothes for work tomorrow.”
“We’ll go by after.”
“After what?”
I grab her hand, drag her from the closet, and nab my keys and phone on the way out the door.
“Major! I’m not ready. I haven’t done my hair or make-up, and I’m not wearing a bra!”
I ignore her protests, helping her into the truck and going to my side. She scrambles to get out before I catch her.
“There’s no way I’m going in anywhere looking like this.”