Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“Literally?” I grin at him just before he presses more kisses down my body. “I need you naked, Derek. I still haven’t seen you naked, and it’s not fair.”
“Not fair.” He quirks an eyebrow as he kisses my navel. “I didn’t say I was fair.”
“Even you aren’t that cruel.”
His lips twitch, and he levers himself off the bed to remove his clothes. It seems to take forever because there are so many of them.
“You really didn’t think this through. So many layers.”
“I’ll know for next time.”
I love that he plans on there being a next time. When he finally shucks all his clothes, I let my gaze roam.
Those muscles. When does he find the time to work out?
“Do you have a home gym?”
He narrows his eyes. “Yes.”
“It shows.”
“That’s it. That’s all you get.”
He covers me again, and I can’t help but laugh. It turns into a moan when his mouth covers my breast, suckling the tip hard. His hand journeys between my thighs, and I gasp when he circles my clit with his finger.
“So wet,” he whispers before kissing my lips once more. “You’re so bloody wet, Maya.”
The frenzy has calmed, and Derek protects us both. Lying on his side and facing me, he lifts my leg over his hip and slides inside me, making me gasp again.
“Look at me,” he growls when I close my eyes. “I want you to look at me when I make you come.”
My gaze finds his, and he starts to move. Slow and steady at first, and then faster, until we’re both panting and writhing. I can feel myself clench around him as the orgasm moves through me, and I cling to him as I fall over into absolute bliss.
As we catch our breath, Derek brushes some hair off my cheek.
“We’re going to have sex in here about six more times before I take you in front of the windows that look out at the lake.”
“Won’t someone see us?”
His lips twitch into a grin. “No, love. No one will see you but me.”
Chapter Nine
Derek
It was the best weekend of my bloody life.
I feel closer to Maya than I ever have with anyone, and I’m not ready to go back to real life and let everything else interfere with our perfect little bubble.
“What are you thinking?” she asks as she glides her fingers up and down my naked torso. We woke an hour ago, and I couldn’t resist taking her again. She offered to make breakfast, and I’ve discovered that I enjoy seeing Maya cooking in my kitchen, but I wanted to lie here with her for a while first.
“That I’m not ready to share you with the world again.”
“Well, I’d say we should take the day off—since you’re the boss and everything—but we have work to do.”
I smirk at that and kiss her forehead. “What do you want out of life, Maya?”
She looks up at me in surprise and frowns. “What do you mean?”
“What do you want? Not just today or this year, but long term.”
She swallows hard and sits up. “I think I’ll go ahead and start breakfast. Hey—”
She yelps as I tug her back onto the bed and cover her with my body, pinning her there.
“Answer my question. Please.”
She licks her lips, those amazing blue-gray eyes watching me. “I don’t want to.”
“Why?”
“Because it’ll probably send you running for the hills, and I kind of like this.”
I kiss her lips, the touch soft and slow. “I’m not going anywhere. I live here, remember?”
“You know what I mean.” She sighs and traces her finger over my collarbone, not meeting my eyes. “Okay, well, I didn’t know what I wanted. For a long time, I thought I was lost. But I had a conversation with Stella not long ago that brought some things into focus for me.”
“Go on,” I urge when she pauses.
“Well, I like to work, and that’s fine for now.”
“Okay.”
“But”—she finally looks up, meeting my gaze, and there’s so much vulnerability there it takes my breath away—“really, in the grand scheme of things, I want to have a family.”
My stomach clenches at her admission, and I wait as she continues.
“I like taking care of people. I love the idea of raising babies, caring for a home and a husband, and helping out at school. I like to cook. I don’t hate to clean, but if I had help with that, I wouldn’t complain.”
I never had that growing up. My mum was so distant and preoccupied with her work and my father that I didn’t have a doting parent. I realize that if I were to have a family, I’d want that for them.
And the only person I can see filling that role is the one currently in my bed.
“You’re quiet. See, I told you it would make you uncomfortable.”
“Not at all.” I clear my throat. “I think it’s admirable that you know yourself well enough to understand that you want a family.”