Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 75243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
I had to stay close to him to avoid getting pelleted with raindrops.
We agreed to give up on our transformation of guitar case to umbrella halfway here.
Instead, Berk took my hand in his, and we ran side-by-side to a quiet street.
I was stunned when I looked up to see the red-bricked façade of a townhouse.
Stepping inside is transporting me into the pages of an interior design magazine.
I’m only in the foyer, and I’m already amazed by how beautiful the flooring is. The cushioned bench next to where I’m standing is sending out an invitation straight to me.
I plop my ass down and run a hand over my wet hair. “I’m going to take off my boots.”
Berk toes out of his shoes. “I’ll run a hot shower.”
“For me?” I ask with hope lacing my tone.
He leans down to draw a hand over my forehead. “For us.”
I tilt my chin up, hoping he’ll take the hint and kiss me. I’m a bundle of nerves inside.
I’m assuming his daughter isn’t here since I don’t spot anyone, and she’s too young to be home alone.
His lips brush against mine for a tender kiss. “Stevie is at my brother’s tonight.”
Unsure of how to respond, I nod.
I catch the slight movement of something out of the corner of my eye. Berk’s gaze trails mine. “That’s our cat. Sully. We woke her up, so we won’t get a proper greeting.”
I nod silently.
He gazes into my eyes. “Are you okay with being here? We can head over to your place if that makes you more comfortable.”
I love that he’s sensitive enough to spot my trepidation. “I’m good. Are you?”
His eyes speak his truth before he says a word.
“I want you here,” he whispers. “I want you in my shower and my bed. In the morning, I want to cook for you.”
It all feels like too much and not enough at the same time.
I didn’t consider that this could reach beyond a couple of hours. “You want me to stay the night?”
“Yes,” he answers succinctly.
“I want that too.”
He glances at where he placed my guitar case on the floor next to the bench. “Should we check that for damage before we head up?”
I shake my head. “It’s waterproof. The case will dry.”
His hand reaches out for me. “Come with me, Astrid.”
I take it in mine and allow him to pull me to my feet.
“If I haven’t told you yet, you were brilliant tonight,” he rasps.
He’s told me the same thing three times since my set ended.
“Thank you,” I repeat the same response I offered twice before.
“No. Thank you, Astrid.” He looks into my eyes. “Hearing you sing is a gift. I promise I’ll never take it for granted.”
Feeling like I’m floating, I reach for his shoulder. This feels too good to be true. He seems too good to be true.
“Let’s get warmed up.” He scoops a hand around my waist. “I want you out of those wet clothes now, and then I want you in my bed.”
“Fuck.” The word rolls off Berk’s tongue as both a curse and a promise.
I’m pinned against a wall in his bedroom.
I set myself up for that when he went to grab a condom.
Instead of falling onto his bed as he instructed me to, I wandered over to a bookcase to peruse the selection of books.
By the time he turned back around to find me, his cock was sheathed, and he was headed in my direction.
My breasts are pressed against the wall now, and all I can hear is the beating of my heart peppered with the deep-drawn exhales coming from Berk’s lips.
His hand drops to my waist. “You want me to fuck you here.”
It’s not a question. I’m grateful for that because I don’t have an answer.
He already dropped to his knees in the shower to eat me to an orgasm.
As the pleasure rippled through me, I clung to his hair, afraid that I’d lose my balance, but he held me there in place while he flicked the tip of his tongue over my clit until I came down from the high.
His fingers slide a path over my core from behind. “You’re wet.”
“We just had a shower,” I joke in a soft tone.
His lips trail a path over my neck toward my ear. “You’re wet because you want me. Your tight pussy wants me.”
My knees almost buckle from the sound of those words.
“Fucking you is too good,” he growls. “I’m addicted. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.”
I try to form a word, any word, but all that falls from my lips is a whimper.
His fingers continue their path over my most sensitive spot. He circles my clit so slowly that I grind against him, wanting more.
“You want me to fuck you right fucking now.” He huffs out a deep laugh. “Hard. Here against this wall.”