Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 69018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
And she seemed to melt into me.
“You’re warm,” she murmured. “I won’t even need a blanket.”
That was good, because I was already hot.
I didn’t normally sleep in clothes of any kind, let alone hot as fuck sweatpants.
Something I told her seconds later.
“If you covered me with a blanket, we’d both wake up sweating. I’m very hot-natured,” I explained.
Chapter 15
I’m drinking my favorite drink tonight. It’s called a shit load.
-Perry to Banner
Perry
I couldn’t believe he was here.
In my bed.
Seriously, I’d sent that text earlier thinking that I’d have all night to think of something to say to him in the morning.
Yet, here he was, in my bed, wearing clothes.
And he was hot.
I could already feel the sweat gathering on my skin, and since my bed was so small—a freakin’ twin—there was nowhere for me to go but practically on top of him.
“I think,” I hesitated. “You should lose the sweatpants.”
He paused for so long that I thought that maybe he’d gone to sleep, but then he moved.
I reluctantly moved off of him, sitting partially hanging off the bed, and listened in the darkness.
The slide of fabric sliding against skin, followed by him falling back on the bed and jerking what I decided had to be his sweatpants down, went next.
I licked my lips and hesitantly went back to my earlier position.
“Do you normally wear clothes like this to bed?” he asked curiously.
No.
But I’d put clothes on when I’d realized that he was coming in my window.
“I usually wear just a t-shirt and panties to bed,” I admitted.
I’d put the most uncomfortable bra in the world on when I’d realized that he was here.
It’d been the first one that I grabbed the moment that my hand went into the drawer. The moment that I snapped it into place, I knew that I was going to be fidgeting the entire night.
“Then take them off,” he urged. “I’ll be a good boy.”
I didn’t want him to be, though.
I’d been thinking about him non-stop from the moment that I’d met him, and it was getting to the point where I couldn’t even sit next to him without thinking about those kinds of things.
I was a virgin.
Sure, I’d kissed a few boys, but everything else had been completely platonic.
Which was why a lot of the football team didn’t like me all that much. I didn’t put out, and never would.
Not until I met Banner Spurlock, that was.
Hesitantly, I got up off the bed, knowing that if I didn’t, I’d fall right on my ass with the narrow space that Banner’s big body didn’t take up.
Since it was dark, I went ahead and shed my t-shirt just so I could get my bra off easier.
When it was off, I tossed it to the floor and searched for my t-shirt again.
“Here,” Banner’s deep, smooth voice said from the blackness.
I reached for it, but what I ended up doing was going too far and grazing my unbound breasts across Banner’s arm.
He hissed but didn’t pull back.
Face flaming, I took the shirt from his hand and shrugged it on, likely inside out and backward if my luck held true.
Licking my lips, I slowly crawled back into bed.
Banner moved then, twisting so that he was laying sideways, and giving me a bit more room.
I smiled into the inky blackness and wished that there was enough light that I could see him.
My heart was racing, and there were so many butterflies in my belly right then that I could barely stand it.
But I still went into his arms and curled myself against his broad chest.
“You fit perfectly in my arms,” he said.
I did.
But he was just that freakin’ big. Anything would fit perfectly in his arms. Not that I would tell him that. I wanted him to think that I was made for him. It wouldn’t do if he thought anybody would fit.
I snuggled in deeper, placing my head right underneath his chin.
His hand moved up and down the length of my back, his fingers playing with my hair as he did.
“Your hair’s softer than I thought it’d be,” he murmured.
The deep rumble of his chest was doing weird things to me.
It was exciting me and turning me on all at once.
Then again, I was half naked in Banner Spurlock’s arms, the hottest guy in school. It was kind of hard not to be turned on by just that alone.
“I leave conditioner in it. It keeps it soft,” I admitted quietly.
He murmured something incoherent against my head and moved his hand lower until he was just brushing his fingers over the swell of my ass.
I squirmed lightly against him, which caused me to move closer to him.
He hissed in a breath when my leg brushed against his hard cock.
I licked my lips and said, “Sorry.”
“S’okay,” he murmured. “Kind of hard not to feel it.”