Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“I thought you were going to call when you got home.” Pulling my eyes from Muffin, who has forced her head under my hand, I lift my head to look at Fawn, feeling my mouth run dry when I finally take her all in. Christ, she’s gorgeous. Her blonde hair is in wild curls down around her shoulders, her big blue-gray eyes are soft with sleep, and her cheeks are a sweet shade of pink. Running my eyes down her body, I fight back a groan. She looks like a living wet dream in a pair of plain cotton panties, her nipples visible through a thin tank. Fucking breathtaking.
“I was going to call, but I needed to see you.” I take a step toward her without telling my feet to move, watching her eyes flare as my hand wraps around her hip.
“You needed to see me?” she repeats, sounding breathless.
“Yeah, I needed to see you,” I say, gently rubbing my thumb over the exposed skin of her stomach where her tank has ridden up. “Were you sleeping?”
“No, I was waiting for you to call,” she says, then ducks her head, taking her eyes from me—something she does often, something I honestly find adorable but frustrating as hell.
“Don’t hide from me.” I pull her into me until we’re pressed together from hip to chest, then wrap my free hand around her jaw, forcing her to look at me. “I want you to care,” I say, then drop my voice. “I want you to think about me as much as I think about you.”
“You think about me?”
“More than is healthy,” I tell her honestly, since from the moment she literally ran into me she’s been a constant thought in the back of my mind.
“Oh.” She swallows, melting into me. Jesus, this woman is going to do me in. I don’t know what to do with her kind of sweet, but I do know I’d a be fool not to try to figure it out.
“Come on.” I take her hand and lead her to the door, where I turn out the light before tugging her back across her living room.
“Um . . . Levi, what are you doing?” she asks nervously as we walk through her bedroom door.
“We’re going to bed.”
“We’re going to bed,” she repeats on a whisper, sounding even more nervous than she did seconds ago.
“Yeah, baby, we’re going to bed.”
“You’re . . . you’re going to sleep in my bed with me?” she asks, and I flip on the light, needing to see her face.
“Is that okay?”
“I have my period,” she blurts, then covers her mouth as her cheeks darken.
Fighting back a smile that I know she won’t appreciate, I duck my face closer to hers so she’s forced to look at me. “Baby, I just want to hold you, and like I told you before, we are not having sex until I know you fully understand exactly what that means,” I say, and she blinks.
“What it means?”
“What it means,” I confirm. “Get in, babe,” I mutter while lifting my chin toward the bed. There is nothing I want more than to feel her wet heat strangling my cock, to hear her moaning my name as she comes with her nails digging into my back. There is nothing I want more than her under me, but until I break down her walls and know she understands me having her in that way will make her completely mine, I won’t take us there.
“My bed’s only a double. I don’t know if you’ll fit,” she informs me, and I watch her ass as she climbs across the bed, scooting over as far as she can possibly go without falling off the edge.
“Oh, I’ll definitely fit,” I mutter to myself, kicking off my sneakers and stripping off clothes, watching her bite her lip as her eyes scan over my chest and abs. Hitting the light, I get into bed, then listen to her squeak as I grab her wrist and drag her across until she’s half on top of me with her arm over my gut. She lets out a whoosh of breath against my pec as I wrap my hand around the back of her knee and pull up until she’s straddling my hip.
“Are you going to be comfortable like this?” she asks, holding herself stiff against me.
“Oh yeah.” I run my fingers down the smooth skin of her thigh, loving the way her breath comes out in small pants every time I touch her. “How was your visit with your parents?” I ask, and her muscles tense as she tries to pull away, but there is no way I’m letting her go—not when I’ve got her exactly where I want her.
Giving up with a growl of frustration a second later, she finally answers. “It’s always good to see them, but . . .” She pauses, and I feel her shake her head. “I’m so, so sorry about how crazy everyone acted.”