Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
“Fine, this is new, and I’m wondering what might happen when the newness wears off?”
His fingers tighten. “I think we have a lot of time before we need to worry about that happening.” He dips his chin, bringing his face closer to mine. “And I think we have enough shit to deal with right now without you getting in your head about when this is going to end.”
“I wasn’t thinking about that,” I lie.
“Good, keep it that way.” He kisses me hard, then pulls back and drops his gaze to my bottom lip as his thumb slides across it. “Meet me in the living room after you change.”
“It’s also annoying that you’re bossy.” I narrow my eyes on him, and he smiles.
“You’ll get used to it.”
“That’s not exactly something I want to get used to, Bax.”
“Mmm.” He makes a sound in the back of his throat, then touches his mouth to mine before he lets me go. “See you in the living room,” he mutters, then without another word, he turns and walks out of the bedroom, leaving the door open.
I look down at Gemma when she groans and sprawls out on her belly, then pick my pajamas back up and dig out my shower bag, taking everything with me into the bathroom to change and take off my makeup.
When I’m done, I grab my long cardigan and put it on over my sleep set as I walk out into the living room. The lights are dim, the TV is on, and a fire is flickering in the fireplace beneath it, but there is no Bax. Or… I don’t think he’s there until I walk around the side of the couch and find him sprawled on his back with his head on one of the throw pillows.
As soon as he sees me, he grabs my hand and pulls me down with him, adjusting us so that my back is against the couch cushions, my head pillowed on his chest. His arm goes around my hip, and our legs tangle together before he reaches for the remote on the coffee table. I would like to claim that I relish in the fact that his hard body is under mine and that I can do with him what I like, but that would be a lie. Between his fingers smoothing up and down my hip and the steady beat of his heart against my ear, about five minutes into our show, my eyes get too heavy to keep open, and I fall asleep.
CHAPTER 21
Olivia
I’m not sure what wakes me up, but it’s dark when my eyes open, and I feel wide awake like I slept a year rather than probably just the few hours I’ve been asleep. I also register that Bax once more carried me to bed without waking me and that his body is mostly under mine with his hand on my bottom, his other wrapped around my wrist, keeping me locked in place with my leg tucked between his.
If I were home and this happened, which it sometimes does, I would read until I was tired again, but I don’t want to wake the sleeping man lying beneath me by getting up and searching for my Kindle in my bag. As I lie awake, my eyes adjust to the darkness, and I force my hand free from Bax’s hold and slide it down his chest to his abs, then lift my thigh higher over his to get more comfortable.
As I’m moving, my knee brushes against his very obvious erection and my breath stills in the back of my throat. Of course, I know a guy getting hard even in sleep is completely normal and that it has nothing to do with me, but that doesn’t stop my body from responding.
Shifting my hips to ease the sudden ache between my legs, I feel my fingers twitch as I try to think about anything other than his erection. And I’m working so hard at trying not to think about it that I don’t realize he’s awake until he slides his hand down my arm and captures my wrist to move my arm down his stomach. I hold my breath as he places my hand over his erection and feel his cock jump in response.
He’s huge. I thought I had an idea of his size this morning when I saw him adjust himself, but as I move my hand under his boxers and wrap my fist around him—or at least try to—I know I was wrong. He’s thick and long, and he feels like silk over steel as I pump him from the base to the tip in a slow stroke that makes him groan. Wanting to hear that sound again, I slide my hand back down his cock, then gasp on the way back up when my hand is shoved away, and I’m rolled to my back, with his heavy weight settling between my legs.