Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“Go on in my room and get in bed,” I told her and waited until she did as I’d said before turning to Kye. “What?” I asked, annoyed.
“You let me think she was young,” he drawled.
“She is,” I bit out.
He raised his eyebrows. “Maybe because you’re a fucking old man, but she’s not that much younger than me.”
“She’s off-limits,” I warned him.
“Yet she’s in your bed.”
“She is dealing with fucking nightmares from the bastard who broke into her house.”
Kye pushed off from the wall, letting his hands drop to his sides. “So, you get to cuddle her and make it better. That’s unlike you.”
“That’s not what I’m doing. She sleeps better in my room. I sleep on the sofa.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, I’m not blind. I saw that face and body. That fucking package is tempting as hell. Those upturned green eyes, thick and long auburn hair, pale and creamy porcelain skin—and don’t get me started on her tits.”
My hands fisted at my sides. “Go to bed, Kye,” I snarled and walked into my room, closing the door behind me.
Aspen was curled up on the far-left side of the bed, her eyes locked on me. “Don’t sleep on the sofa. It’s a big bed, and I will stay over on this side.”
I nodded. I’d slept with her last night and survived it. Walking over to the other side, I pulled back the covers and climbed in. Kye wasn’t wrong about her. I just had more restraint than him. Like at this moment. She was in that satin excuse for pajamas, smelling like vanilla and honeysuckle in my bed.
She turned around then, and her eyes met mine. Before she could say anything with that sleepy, sexy-sounding voice, I rolled over, facing the wall. Aspen had no idea how fucking tempting she was, which made her even more damn appealing.
Her sister had just been murdered. She had no family left. She was being forced to live here with people she’d just met. She was traumatized. I repeated these things over and over in my head until my eyes finally got heavy and I drifted off to sleep.
Burying my head deeper into the silky strands, wanting to get closer to whatever that fucking smell was, I tightened my arms around satin and curves. I brushed my lips against warm skin and wondered if I licked it, if it would taste as good as it smelled. The tempting body pressed against my front and stiffened, and I paused. Not a reaction I was used to.
My eyes snapped open, and I looked down at the familiar auburn hair splayed out on my pillow, perfect skin, and, fuck … her eyes were wide, staring straight ahead. Shit. I slowly eased back, removing my arm from around her waist and wincing when I brushed past her full, heavy tits. Yep, I was hard as a goddamn rock.
“Sorry about that. I was asleep,” I told her.
Although she was on my side of the bed. I hadn’t gone after her in my sleep. She’d come this way. A sleeping man could not be blamed for reaching out and pulling a body like that in close when it was right there and smelled so fucking good. I threw back the covers and turned before she could see my clearly aroused cock pressing against my boxers.
I didn’t wait for her to respond, but went straight to the bathroom and closed the door. Walking over to the shower, I turned it on and waited until it was warm before stripping off my boxers and getting inside. I paused before stepping into the stream and smelled my arm, then groaned. Her scent clung to my skin. This sleeping in my bed thing we had to fix. There had to be a way to get those nightmares under control.
Once I was under the spray, I closed my eyes and wrapped my hand around my swollen dick. I’d gotten too fucking excited while I was sleeping. I tried to pull out one of the images from my spank bank to get off to, but nothing was working. My usuals didn’t get me there. Not Ms. Washington, my English teacher senior year, who liked me to bend her over the table and fuck her while calling her a dirty slut. Typically, memories of her helped when nothing else did. Not this morning though. All my cock wanted to think about was vanilla and honeysuckle, peaches-and-cream skin, and the ridiculously tight virgin pussy between her legs.
I didn’t have to touch it to know how amazing it would feel. Would she smell like honeysuckle there too? Taste like it? Fuuuck! I had to stop this, but my release was building.
I could fantasize. I didn’t have to touch it. Just imagine. Spreading those legs and looking down into those emerald-green eyes, her plump pink lips open as she moaned. Sliding inside her as she gripped me so tight that I could barely get it in. My balls drew up, and my breathing was heavy and fast. I was thrusting deep in her hot little cunt as she cried out that I was too big.