Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 42171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
I have one arm over my breasts and the other hiding my womanhood.
He comes to the shower door and opens it. “It’s a little late to be hiding, don’t you think? I’ve touched and licked every part of you already.”
I bite on to my lower lip and challenge him. “Not every part.”
His gaze darkens. “Don’t play, Madelyn. The only place I haven’t touched you is your ass, and I’ll be happy to remedy that right now.”
I shake my head side to side, and he laughs. “Fine, we can work up to that. I don’t mind waiting.”
My voice sounds shaky as I ask him, “What are you doing?”
“Well, I brought us some food, and it took a little longer than I thought. I’m glad I didn’t miss this.”
“I was just finishing… unless you want to join me.”
He wants to, that much is obvious, but he shakes his head. “I want to. Fuck, I want to. But I promised myself that I wouldn’t touch you until you ate something. You’ve only had eggs and a protein bar all day. You need something to eat first.”
I turn the water off, and Asher grabs the towel and wraps it around me as I step out of the shower. My body starts to come alive again. “I don’t mind waiting for food. I really don’t.”
Gruffly, he shakes his head. “Nope. Food… after that, no promises.”
He dries me off, and when his hands slope between my thighs, I moan.
He flicks his eyes to mine. “Was that a good moan or a sore moan?”
I shrug. “I’m fine.”
He stands up and wraps the towel around me. “So a sore moan… I’m sorry. I got a little carried away.”
He cups my cheek and looks into my eyes. Yesterday I would have said this man is the grumpiest man I’ve ever met. Today, I’m not so sure. “So I’m going to feed you and then let you rest.”
I try not to show my disappointment. The truth is, I’m not that sore, and I would love to go another round with him, but I’m not going to push it.
We walk into the bedroom, and I see the tray he’s set on the dresser. I open my drawer to grab underwear and a T-shirt. “Uh…”
He just laughs. “Here, let me.”
Before I know what’s happening, he grabs the pile of clothes from my hands, pulls at the towel that’s wrapped around me and then just stares at my naked body. He holds my panties out and then lowers to a squat. “Here you go. One leg at a time.”
“But I can—”
He interrupts me. “Let me do this.”
I step into my panties, and he pulls them up my hips. Before he covers me completely, he places a kiss on my mound, and I gasp in surprise.
He’s smiling as he stands up. He holds out the shirt and puts it over my head. I work my arms into the openings, and before he pulls the shirt down, he kisses each of my breasts.
His face is red when I look at him.
“Sorry, I needed to kiss them before I covered them up. I felt it was the right thing to do.”
Something flares inside me. This man is just too good to be true.
He grabs the tray off the dresser and gestures with his head toward the bed. “In the bed.”
“In the bed?” I ask.
He nods and nudges me with his shoulder. “Yep, in bed.”
I fluff up the pillows against the headboard and then sit down so my back is against them. He sits on the other side and puts the tray between us. “So the lasagna was no good. I hope this is okay.”
On the tray are big thick turkey sandwiches with cheese, tomato, and lettuce. There is fresh fruit and some plain potato chips. My stomach growls right on cue, and we both laugh. “It’s perfect.”
He grabs the plate with my sandwich on it and hands it to me. “Eat up.”
I take a bite and moan. “Gah, that’s good. What’s on it?”
He holds up his own sandwich. “Honey mustard.”
“Wow, I would never have thought of putting that on a sandwich.”
We eat in silence for a few minutes, and he finishes his sandwich before me. He’s munching on chips, and I know I shouldn’t say it, but there’s no holding back. “I thought you left… I mean… not left, but I mean, I thought you were done.”
He finishes chewing. “You mean earlier, when you woke up?”
I avoid his eyes and act as if I’m really interested in the sandwich in my hand. “Yeah, I mean…” I let my voice trail off and start to laugh. “I don’t really know what I mean.”
I’m starting to sound clingy and needy, so I close my mouth and quit talking.
He reaches over and wipes his finger across my chin. “First of all, you can talk to me. Second of all, I’m sorry if that bothered you or hurt your feelings. I went up to my room to shower and then I was just getting food. I was letting you rest.”