Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
He began to dismount, and my attention got stuck on his ass momentarily. I blinked and tore my eyes off his assets.
“Are we stopping?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he replied as he moved over to me. “Need a hand getting down?”
I shook my head and began to swing my leg over Noor’s backside when I realized my legs felt a little like Jell-O. I’d forgotten how this felt when you didn’t ride regularly. Both of Storm’s hands grabbed my waist as if he’d anticipated this and lifted me, then set me on the ground with ease.
Glancing up at him, I scrunched my nose, feeling slightly embarrassed. “Thanks. Guess I did need a little help.”
He didn’t release me immediately, and either my mind was playing tricks on me or his hold on me tightened before he finally let me go.
“Do you swim as well as you ride?” he asked me.
My gaze swung over to the water, then back at him. “Uh, yes, but …”
He grinned at me as he finished taking off his boots, then reached up and began unbuttoning his shirt. My eyes dropped to lock in on his fingers as they worked their way down, as if he were doing a striptease meant just for me.
Forcing myself to blink and get ahold of myself, I cleared my throat. “Are you suggesting we swim in that?”
“Not suggesting.”
“Not suggesting?” I asked, confused.
He shook his head and tossed his shirt to the grass beneath our feet. “Doing.”
I let out a breathy laugh that I wished hadn’t sounded so affected. “Doing,” I repeated as his hands went to the zipper of his jeans. “Oh.” Was he going in naked?
He cocked an eyebrow. “You gonna take those clothes off, or are you waiting for my help?”
Help. His help. Gulp. Naked with Storm would mean we’d do things we had no business doing, and then he’d get mad that he did it and leave me. I’d feel like a fool again, and it would hurt like a bitch.
No thank you. Not again.
I shook my head. “I think I’ll keep my clothes on. When I get naked with you, it never ends well.”
Storm stilled with his hands on the waist of his jeans he was shoving down over his hips. The black boxer briefs he’d left on did little to hide the size of his impressive cock. I didn’t need to be looking in that direction.
“You screaming my name as you orgasmed several times wasn’t a good enough ending for you?” he asked, sounding insulted.
I tilted my head back and closed my eyes as I kept my face pointed toward the sky. “Not what I meant, and you know it.”
“Why don’t you explain it anyway?” he replied, sounding closer than he had been when I closed my eyes.
I wasn’t going to open them and see exactly where he was either. I did not need to keep looking at his bare chest or his … other things.
“Yes, you get me off, but then you leave, angry about it. I prefer you not leave me out here alone, if that’s okay with you.”
His large hand slid over my waist, and he jerked me forward until he had me plastered against his chest. My eyes flew open as I stared up at him.
“I won’t leave you out here alone,” he said with a fierce tone that didn’t seem to fit the conversation. “Now, get your clothes off before I take them off you.”
Sweet Jesus. My body trembled as that demanding scowl of his held my gaze. I was a very stupid girl.
“Okay,” I replied just above a whisper.
He ran a finger down my cheek, then traced my jawline. “Good girl.”
My mouth opened just barely as he stepped back, letting go of me, and thankfully, I didn’t crumple to the ground.
Had he really just called me a good girl? Apparently, I liked praise as much as Noor did because I was ready to do whatever he asked of me.
Reaching for the hem of the crocheted crop top I was wearing, I had to drop my gaze from his as I pulled it over my head. My lace bra did little to cover my breasts with its sheer fabric. I knew he could see how hard my nipples were. I kept my gaze on the ground and went for the buttons on my jeans when his jeans hit the grass at his feet.
Swallowing hard, I paused as he stepped out of them, kicking them over to where his boots and shirt were lying. Closing my eyes, I tried to calm myself down. The panties that I was wearing matched the bra, and once I was wet, I might as well be naked. He’d seen me naked. I didn’t need to make this something it wasn’t.
“Move a little faster, baby, or I’m gonna have to take over,” Storm warned, but he’d called me baby again. Had before not been an accident? Had he meant to call me that?