Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
And not once did he touch her, his fangs did it all and she knew he was showing her only a tiny portion of how it would feel if he bit her. She feared she would soon surrender and beg him to bite her, and so she reached down and toyed with his testicles as she moved against him, stirring his penis.
He grabbed her hand, stopping her, his forehead coming to rest against hers, his breathing labored. “Soon, Lara, soon,” he whispered as his fangs disappeared. He then lifted his head, planted his hands on her hips and held her tight as he drove in and out of her.
She came in a blinding explosion of senses that had her grabbing onto to his arms tightly and screaming aloud. She squeezed his muscles even tighter when he made her come again, along with him this time.
He would have collapsed on top of her if he hadn’t planted his hands against the ladder, his muscles taught with tension as he kept himself braced a mere inch away from her. She tried to calm her breathing, but it wasn’t easy since little bursts of pleasure continued to tickle her senselessly.
His breathing was as labored as hers, his chest rising and falling rapidly. It took a few minutes for them to regain their senses. Then Michael stirred, stepping back, though not before brushing his lips over hers, and quickly pulled up his sweatpants. He then took hold of her waist and gently lifted her off the ladder, her skirt falling to her ankles as he eased her to her feet.
“You’ve yet to have your tea,” he said with a smile. “Sit. I’ll go get it for you.”
He didn’t wait for her to respond. He left her standing there, and she wondered if he needed a bit of distance from her as she did from him. No, not from each other—from the situation. She braced her hand on one of the ladder rungs and took a deep breath.
A mistake.
His scent was heavy on her as was the scent of sex and damn if her body didn’t quiver at the memory. She chased thoughts of him from her head and hurried to scoop up her panties off the floor and slip them on. She then went over to the couch, but chose one of the single chairs, and snatching up the throw, wrapped it snugly around her as she sat.
Michael returned and handed her a mug of hot tea and gave the throw a slight tug. “Didn’t we already determine that shields don’t work against me?” He sat on the edge of the ottoman table directly in front of her. “Still feel the need to protect?”
“You did show your fangs,” she reminded before taking a sip of the chamomile tea and wishing it was something stronger.
“It’s a testosterone driven, male vampire thing.”
She had to laugh, his dark eyes filled with humor.
“I have said it before to you and I will repeat it as many times as necessary. I will never hurt you and I will always protect you—even from me,” he said with a playful wink.
And again, she laughed.
“Now, I think we should enjoy the day. We can do any number of things besides making love frequently, read together, watch movies together, have a delicious lunch and nice supper together.”
“I take it the theme is togetherness?”
“A good theme, don’t you think?”
“I do,” she said, wishing their togetherness could go beyond today.
“So, after you finish your tea what would you like to do?”
She was quick to answer, “Play in the snow.”
His brow knitted, though humor remained in his dark eyes. “I have to warn you. I make a mean snowball and my aim is perfect.”
“Not as perfect as mine,” she said, puffing out her chest.
“Now that’s a challenge I can’t ignore.”
They talked and laughed and as soon as she finished her tea she went to her room and changed into leggings and a knit top. Michael had more clothes and fur-lined boots waiting for her when she met him in the foyer.
He had changed into jeans, a heavy sweater, and boots.
He held two pairs of sweatpants out to her and a sweatshirt plus a sweater. Once she put them and the boots on, he wrapped a knit scarf around her neck and playfully tugged her up against him.
“You will let me know if you get cold,” he said and kissed her.
“I won’t get cold; I have your kisses to warm me.”
He kissed her again. “Does that mean if I kiss you enough, you just may melt the snow?”
She brushed her cheek against his and whispered, “Touch me and we’ll both be so hot the snow will evaporate in no time.”
“Don’t tempt me or your backside will get frostbite.”
She stepped away from him, snatching the knit hat that stuck out of his jean pocket and pulling it down snugly on her head. “Not if I ride you.”