Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 126003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
“Hmm.” She’s narrowing her eyes at me.
“Has your opinion of Dead Eyes changed?”
“I’m not sure.”
“I’m not a good liar and I don’t want to lie to you anyway. So don’t ask questions if you’re not prepared for the answers. You know where I come from. I know where you come from. So. We should probably just leave it there.”
She turns over on her side and props her head on her hand, looking at me. Studying me. “I don’t really understand where you come from. We had it very different.”
“Yeah. We did.”
She flops back and looks up at the ceiling. “So fair enough. I will be careful about what I ask from now on.”
“Do you wanna take a shower?”
Her head turns to me again. “Is this a sex thing? Or is it just a shower?”
“Do you take showers with people often?”
She rolls her eyes at me. “Eason, I have been showering with boys since I was six. We had three minutes to get clean or we’d have to swim the grime off in the salty ocean below the Rock. And everyone was under the age of thirteen. None of us were thinking about sex. It was a shower. So let me rephrase my question. Are you asking me to do sexy things with you in the shower? Or are we just gonna wash the grime off?”
I reach over and touch her face, then sit up a little and lean down, kissing her on the lips. “Sexy things, Irina.”
She smiles against my mouth. “OK. I’ll take a shower with you.”
I get up, take her hand, pull her out of bed, and lead her into the bathroom. I stand her in front of the shower and let go of her hand. Her blue eyes find mine and she sucks in a breath. I’m only wearing sweat shorts, but she’s got on all her clothes from yesterday. Which isn’t a lot of clothes, but too many for a shower.
I reach down, grab the hem of her shirt—still looking her in the eyes—and start slowly pulling it up. It gives her time to object, but she doesn’t object. So I pull it right over her head.
She’s wearing a really pretty bra—pink and lacy, and it clasps together in the front. I reach between her breasts and she loses eye contact with me, distracted by what my fingers are doing.
I pop the clasp and push the bra back, revealing her firm, round breasts. She looks down at them, then up at me, shrugging.
“What’s that look for?” I ask.
“I’m not sure. I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“It’s OK, Irina. None of us really do.”
She makes a face at me, then slips the bra off her shoulders and starts tugging her shorts down her legs. They fall to the floor at her feet. She hooks her toe into them and flings them aside, smirking at me.
Now she’s just wearing a tiny set of pink panties that match her bra.
I turn to the shower, start the water, and when I turn back, she’s naked. Just standing there, her eyes locked on mine. Her mouth a flat line.
I’ve seen her body from the back. That one time I was at her condo and she took a shower. She was curvy and beautiful from that angle, but the front view… “Wow. Irina. You’re killing me.”
She shrugs up one shoulder, not at all embarrassed about being naked.
I pull my shorts down too. And she watches, biting her lip. She takes a good long look. I’m a little bit hard. Not all the way, but enough for her to take notice.
Then she looks up at me and nods. “You’re nice too.”
The laugh comes out before I can stop it. “You’ve seen many a dick in your day, huh?”
“Seen one, seen them all. Well”—she tilts her head a little—“actually, that’s not true.”
“No.” I laugh. “I imagine it’s not.”
I wave my hand, inviting her into the shower, and when she walks past me, she brushes her shoulder against my chest. Just enough to drive me crazy.
I follow her in and then we’re surrounded by a mist of steam. She steps under the water, getting herself all wet. Which gives me a nice opportunity to take my own good, long look at her while she’s got her eyes closed.
Then she opens them and steps aside.
I duck under the water, facing her, eyes open—like seriously. I can’t imagine ever wanting to close my eyes with a naked Irina standing in front of me—and watch her watch me.
She smiles and I take a seat on the marble bench just to the right of the water. Without me even inviting her, she straddles my lap, placing her hands on my shoulders, and presses her forehead against mine. “You’re not what I expected.”
“Shit.” I huff. “You’re not exactly what I expected either.”