Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 82747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Her eyes dart away, and rather than telling me, she tells the shower wall, "I want your cock inside of me when I come."
"Hmm," I say, reaching down and stroking my thumb over her swollen clit. "That can be arranged."
I take a step back, leaning my head into the waterfall coming from the showerhead.
I shower quickly, washing my hair and using her froufrou bodywash to get clean because, in my effort to get her in here with me, she dropped the stuff she carried onto the floor where it remains.
I reposition us when I'm done, running my hands all over her body, which is more for me than to make sure she's free from soap.
Silence swirls around us when I turn off the tap, the rings skating over the shower curtain rod seeming louder than they normally would when I push it back. This time, after handing her a towel, I just watch her dry off rather than commenting about the fucking dabbing, despite it making no sense to me.
I don't bother drying my back because it's only going to be coated with sweat in a few minutes in my futile attempt to not come so quickly.
Instead of hanging my towel, I toss it on the counter, pull hers from her hand, and tug her toward the door. I stop for a brief second to grab a condom from my wallet before guiding her down the hall and into her bedroom.
It's purposeful, bringing her in here rather than the guest bedroom, although it's further away. I don't know how this night is going to end, and it'll be harder to get her out of my bed than it will be to go to that room myself.
It's weird having that much forethought at the moment because the second I turn to face her again, my eyes wandering all over her body, I lose all other cognitive functions.
When my hands start to roam, I get to witness her changing from that self-conscious woman to the vixen once again, and if I hadn't been balls deep inside of her before, I'd think this was the best thing in the world.
I reach between her legs, my mind racing with all the things I want to do to her, when my fingers easily slide through her arousal. I swear this woman stays ready, and it has to be the biggest turn-on I've ever experienced.
"Always ready," I praise.
"Only for you," she whispers, and I sense the hint of vulnerability in her words, but now isn't the time to peel apart her words and evaluate them.
Her hands roam over my chest, her fingers tracing the lines of my muscles, and I let her have her moment. My eyes flutter closed as she explores, my cock pressed firmly against her belly. I'm normally a gruff man, one who speaks his mind and rushes through life, but right now, I just let her touch and tease my skin with the tips of her fingers.
It feels indulgent, like something special, and it's just one more thing I can't spend too much time focusing on because it'll make me want to dart out of the room.
Instead, I free my mind and just revel in the experience of her hands roaming over my skin. The decadence of her fingers exploring me is almost enough to put me into a trance, and I pop my eyes back open with that thought. It's too similar to thinking she has put some sort of curse on me, one that makes me crave her even when I know how dangerous that is.
I grip her hands, holding them to my chest before leaning down to press my mouth to hers, and the second I release them, I pick her up, hands under her ass, and toss her onto the mattress.
She squeals in delight, and I think I like that sound too much as well.
In the next breath, I cover her with my body and spend the next hour giving her exactly what she asked for in the shower, all the while managing to convince myself that this is nothing but great sex.
Chapter 17
Riley
I don't know why it makes my chest ache to wake up alone, but that doesn't stop the need to press my fingers into my sternum in an attempt to ease the pang.
I fully expect Mac to be gone from the house, maybe having needed to leave to go to work early today, but when I pass by the guest bedroom, I see him sprawled out on the bed like a starfish.
Although I could let a million emotions take over, I decided to go a different route this time and try to keep my mind a blank slate.
I got what I asked for last night, twice, and expecting anything else would just be selfish.
I make a pot of coffee and drink a cup while standing at the kitchen sink like I do every morning. It's my way of coming to terms with my day and figuring out what I should be doing. That decision isn't as hard this morning as it has been recently because today, I get to go back to work at the bookstore, something I've missed since my hours have been reduced.