Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 107710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Or . . . squeezing into it, rather. August occupied nearly every inch of space.
He stood with his head hanging forward beneath the spray, but the sound of the curtain being pulled back and her stepping into the shower had the meat of his shoulders flexing dramatically—and he turned with an incredulous expression.
“Natalie? What are you . . .” If he was a cartoon dog, his tongue would have rolled out of his mouth. “Are those your tits?”
“No, they’re somebody else’s.”
Apparently the sarcasm didn’t register. He was too busy bracing his hands on the wet shower wall and leaning down to look at them. “Oh my God. They’re incredible.” He choked a sound and winced. “Jesus. My balls have never gotten so heavy so fast in my life. Pretty sure every drop of blood in my head just went south. Give me like . . . eight seconds to make sure I’m not going to pass out.”
Seriously, that wasn’t a problem.
With his eyes clamped shut and his bottom lip being pulverized between his teeth, Natalie was given the opportunity to look him over. Starting from the top of his wet warrior’s torso covered in dark hair, down his egg-carton stomach to the . . . whoa, mama. His balls were not the only thing that was hard. If the financial sector didn’t work out, maybe she had a future in snake charming. Her sex clenched and turned warm, so warm. So ready. And if she was being honest with herself, this wasn’t instantaneous arousal. This physical attraction had been brewing for months. Plaguing her. Keeping her awake at night. God, it felt incredible to stop fighting it. To let her heart race and her body soften and know that relief was on the way for both of them. Finally. Finally.
“Okay,” he exhaled above her head. “I think I’m good.” His mouth dipped and found hers roughly, two sets of lips slippery from the steam, suctioning her into a kiss that made her whimper in her throat, her palms flattening on the ridges of his pecs, her nails scraping down through the patch of springy hair. “Scratch that,” he groaned. “I’m so much better than good.”
“It’s going to feel even better inside of me,” she whispered against his panting mouth, her fingertips traveling lower, lower. “It’s long overdue, isn’t it, babe?”
“Babe?” He caught her wrists before she reached his erection, his breath pelting her forehead. “Hold up. What is this, Natalie?”
“I . . .” She tried to tug her wrists free, but he didn’t let go, eyes narrowed on her through the swirling mist. “I want you. That’s what this is. We want each other.”
“No shit. But why now?”
Natalie opened her mouth but nothing came out.
“Is this because of what I told you?” Slowly, August pinned her wrists high above her head, his mouth hovering an inch away from hers. “Do you think I’m going to let you pity fuck me, princess?”
Being called out, even if it was only the partial truth, rankled. “Based on the way your hard-on is trying to enter my belly button right now? Yes, I do.”
“It’s been a while. He’s confused.” He pressed their foreheads together, looking her square in the eye. “You’re confused, too, if you think I’m going to let you explain this away later with some nonsense about feeling bad for me. Not happening.”
“You were trying to do something noble,” she whispered in a rush. “All this time.”
His jaw ticked. “That has nothing to do with us.” They breathed against each other’s mouths so long, she lost track of who was inhaling or exhaling. Only knew her chest ached as much as the flesh between her legs, and August was so hard, she could almost feel the pain and hunger in every vibrating inch of his body. “I can’t fuck you when your head isn’t in the right place.” His mouth moved to her ear, open lips raking side to side over it, then up into her hair. “But I’d sell my soul to yank those panties down and finger you, Natalie. The fact that I’ve never made you come eats me alive. Do you get that? It’s the first thing I think about when I wake up in the morning. Still haven’t given Natalie an orgasm. Day eighty-two of not making those two hot legs shake and kick the lamp off my side table. It’s hell. Day in and day out.”
Her brain was struggling to make sense of his words. They were sexy words. Her body liked them very much. As for logic and her power of deduction? Circling the drain. “You . . . don’t want me to make you—”
“Come? Yeah. Another time. When the reason doesn’t piss me off.” He tucked his coarse index finger inside the center of the waistband of her panties, so close to the top of her slit that she moaned, her head landing with a thud against the tile wall. “Say yes if I’m allowed to push these panties down to your knees.”