Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 88128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“Hey.” She swallows hard.
“Those are for you.” I nod toward the pile of clothes on the edge of the bed. “I didn’t trust myself to bring them into the bathroom for you.” I keep my feet planted where they are. I’m afraid if I move, I’ll rip the towel from her body. My arms hang at my sides, my hands fisted to keep from doing exactly that.
She smiles. “I’m sure you could have restrained yourself,” she says as her eyes drop to my cock. It’s hard and clearly outlined beneath my tight boxer briefs.
“Doubtful,” I mutter. “I’ll just step out so that you can change. That’s the least I can do,” I tell her.
“This is perfect. Thank you, Dec.”
I nod, loving the way she shortens my name with familiarity. Closing the door behind me, I rest my forehead against it. She’s naked in my room without me. Forcing myself to stand, I move to Blakely’s bathroom and grab the hairdryer, a comb, and a hair tie. I’m not sure she’ll want any of them, but my guess is she will.
When I get back, my door is open. “Hey, I brought supplies,” I tell her.
“I’m too tired to mess with it.” She covers a yawn.
“Sit on the bed and face the door.” I plug the hairdryer in behind the nightstand and sit on the bed behind her. “Come back,” I instruct softly. She does as I ask, and I begin to comb her hair.
“I’ve never had a man comb my hair,” she tells me. Her voice is soft. I can’t see her eyes, but I can hear what I think is happiness and longing.
“Yeah? I can do a mean braid if you’re interested. Of course, Blake would tell you that I’m not all that great.” I laugh, thinking about my daughter.
“You’re a good daddy, Declan.”
“Thank you. She’s my world.” I spend the next ten minutes blow-drying her hair. I comb through it and then braid it for her. It’s not going to win any competitions, but at least she’s not going to sleep with wet hair. That’s the dad in me, I guess.
“I’m going to put this stuff away. Get comfortable. I’ll be right back.”
I make a pit stop in the kitchen for a bottle of water and a couple of painkillers. When I hand them to her, she takes them without question, sucking down half the bottle. Turning off the bedside lamp, I crawl into bed over the top of her. I could have walked around the bed, but this made her giggle just as I hoped that it would.
“You promised me kisses,” she says as I pull her into my arms.
“That I did.” My lips find hers in the dark. It’s not just our lips; our hands are everywhere. We’re both battling to touch every piece of exposed skin, memorizing every dip and valley.
My hand slides under the Kincaid Auto Repair T-shirt and cups her breast. She moans into my mouth, and the sound goes straight to my cock. I take my time kissing her and teasing one nipple then the other, both hard peaks getting equal amounts of my attention.
My hands travel their way to the waistband of my boxer briefs. I never imagined I would ever in my life consider them sexy, but I’d never imagined them on Kennedy.
“This okay?” I ask her.
“Please.”
I slip my hand beneath the rolled-up waistband and find her hot and wet for me. I take my time running my fingers through her folds, feeling the silk of her desire for me coating my fingers. When my thumb glides over her clit, her back arches off the bed.
“Declan.”
“Tell me, Kens.”
“More.”
“More of this?” I kiss her softly.
“That too.”
I chuckle. “Talk to me.”
“I ache,” she whispers huskily. That’s good enough for me. I’m just about to slide one long digit inside her when she adds, “For you.”
“Fuck.” I push my finger inside, and we both hiss out a breath. I need more of her. More of this. I slide in another finger without breaking my pace, and she rewards me with a sexy as fuck moan from deep within her chest.
“Give it to me,” I command. I need her to come all over my hand. And I need it now. I mold my lips to hers and pump my hand faster. Within a few breaths, she’s calling out my name and coming. I don’t stop until I feel her body relax. Lifting my hands to my mouth, I taste her and groan, knowing this one sample will never be enough.
“You.” She reaches for my hard cock, but my hand on her wrist stops her.
“You, Kens. This was all for you. Now. I think I have a promise of kisses to uphold.”
I fulfill my promise. We kiss until we’re both too tired to keep our eyes open. Then I wrap her in my arms and fall into the best night’s sleep I’ve had in my entire life.