Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80420 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80420 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
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“You don’t snore.” At that quiet statement, I come fully out of sleep, open one eye, and look at the woman with her hip over mine, her foot trapped under my calf, and her wrist in my hand held against my side. “But you do cuddle and you’re controlling in sleep.” She flexes her wrist to prove a point.
“You sleep wild, babe.” Normally, I fall asleep in one spot and wake up there, but she wouldn’t stop moving around and eventually I got tired of chasing after her, so I trapped her in the position we’re in now.
“What?”
“You were all over the place last night.” I kiss the top of her head then bring her hand up to the center of my shirt-covered chest. “Are you always so restless?”
“I don’t know.” She frowns. “I’ve been sleeping in Lola’s room, and she only has a twin, so I don’t think so.”
“Hmm, maybe it’s because you had space.” I close my eyes in pain when she moves her thigh and nudges my hard-on with her knee.
“Are you okay?” She opens her palm on my chest and leans up on her elbow, a move that places her soft breast against my side and chest.
“Fuck.”
“What?” She moves again, and I grab her hip to hold her still.
“Don’t move,” I order on a growl, and her eyes widen. “Please.”
“Talon.”
“It’s morning,” I half-ass explain.
“I don’t…” she starts then her pupils dilate and her lips part, the look doing nothing to help my current situation, because it’s sexy as fuck. “Oh.” Her eyes drop to my waist and then she presses her lips together.
“Do not even think about laughing, Mia.”
“I’m not going to laugh, Talon.” She ducks her head right before a giggle escapes her lips.
“Jesus, even your fucking laugh makes me hard,” I mutter, covering my eyes with my elbow and trying to think of anything to make my erection die down.
“Sorry.” She snorts.
“Right,” I grunt.
“Really, I’m sorry,” she says as she tries to move my arm, but I hold firm. I find out that’s a mistake when she moves again, this time to straddle my hips, the position placing her hot-as-fuck pussy right over my hard-on.
“Mia.” I move my arm and take hold of both her hips.
“Oh good, I got your attention.” She tips her head to the side. “So when did you convince yourself that you needed to protect me from your penis?”
“Pardon?”
“That’s what you’re doing, aren’t you? I’m learning that protecting me is kind of your thing, so I’m guessing at some point last night you convinced yourself that you need to protect me from your penis.”
My lips twitch, and I shake my head. “I’m giving you time.”
“That’s sweet, Talon.” She leans forward, resting one hand against my chest, which spreads her open over my shaft that throbs in response. Her other hand moves to my jaw, and her middle and index finger slide down the center of my mouth, catching on my bottom lip. “So do I get a say in what I want?” She rolls her hips forward. “Or do you get to make all the decisions for me?”
“Mia.” My voice is gruff with lust and frustration.
“I’m just asking a question.” Her tongue slips out to wet her lips as her breath catches. “If I get a choice, I’d tell you that I want you.” She slides forward once more, and I don’t even attempt to stop her. “But if that’s not what you want….” She moves like she’s going to get off me, but before she can, I flip her to her back and settle myself between her thighs.
Moving to my knees, I take off my shirt. “Are you sure?” I ask as she stares at my chest and abs. “Mia.” She doesn’t answer, so I repeat, “Mia!”
Shaking her head, she blinks up at me. “You can’t ask a woman that question after you take off your shirt. You need to ask it before.” My chuckle ends on a groan when she lifts her hands to my chest and smooths them down over my abs to the waistband of my sleep pants, tugging them down. “If you need my verbal agreement, my answer is yes, I’m sure.”
Having the confirmation I need, I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and pull her up so I can take her mouth. I skim my free hand up her thigh, under my shirt she’s wearing, and finding that, at some point, she lost her panties.
“Surprise,” she whispers, and then her back arches and her mouth opens on a silent cry when I slide my fingers between her legs, finding her soft, wet, and hot. “Oh God, Talon.” Her nails dig into my shoulder as I circle her clit.
“Get the shirt off, Mia,” I demand roughly, and she makes quick work of taking it off. The moment her breasts are exposed, I lick my lips. Her tits are perfect, not too big, not too small, with dusky-pink nipples that tighten against the chill in the room. Dipping my head, I nip one then the other, listening to her moan, then dive two fingers inside her. Finding that rough patch of flesh that makes her pussy clench, I curl my fingers against it and latch onto one breast, sucking hard.