Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 100090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
I immediately grin and crook my finger. “Follow me.”
“Girls are weird,” Jake mutters as he follows us.
I can see by the look on her face when we walk inside that it’s lackluster.
“You have this huge house, with all of these beautiful amenities, and this is the closet?”
I look around at the simple shelves and rods for hanging clothes. It’s plain and not enormous, but I have that in Manhattan. I don’t need a lot of clothes here.
“It’s just a closet,” Jake says with a shrug. “What’s the big deal?”
“I have so much to teach you,” I mutter as Polly stares at him in shock.
It occurs to me that when she was here that one and only time, she literally only saw the bedroom, bathroom, and entrance in and out of the house. She didn’t even make it to the closet.
She would have, had she not run out on me.
“Have we seen everything?” she asks.
“No,” Jake and I say in unison.
“There’s still a guesthouse, the garage, and the stables.”
“Don’t forget the roof,” Jake says.
“What happens on the roof?” Polly asks.
“We’ll show you.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
POLLY
Following behind Ryan on the way up the stairs, I can’t help but admire his ass. We’re in blue jeans because we’ll be on horses today, and his fit snugly and just perfectly around his sexy-as-hell butt.
He opens a door and leads me out onto a beautiful balcony that sits on the back of the house, tucked into the gables so it’s not really visible from below. But it’s also not open to the air.
It’s glassed in.
And sitting in the center is the biggest telescope I’ve ever seen. All chrome and shiny and intimidating.
“You explain it,” Jake says. “I have to change and get ready for the others.”
He hurries back down the stairs, and Ryan turns to me, watching me with those intense hazel eyes.
“This isn’t Jake’s jam. It’s mine.”
“What am I looking at here?”
He tucks his hands into his pockets and looks around. “This is the most high-powered, state-of-the-art telescope you can get without having to be in an astronomical observatory.”
He picks up an iPad and presses a button, and the glass roof opens, and I feel my eyes widen in surprise.
“Whoa.”
“The glass is heated, so even in the winter, I can sit in here and study the sky.”
“Ryan.” I walk around and let my hand graze over beautiful plush orange cushions on chairs arranged for staring out at the view around the house. “This is all just incredible.”
“I spend a lot of time out here.” He shrugs, but I see the vulnerability in his hazel eyes as he watches me prowl around this amazing space. “Well, as much as I can.”
“Do you ever sleep?”
His hands are still tucked into his jeans. “Not much, actually.”
I walk to him, unable to stay away, and my hand glides up his chest. Frustrated that I’m so much shorter and can’t look him in the eyes well, I step onto an ottoman and grin.
“Hi.”
“Hello there,” he says. His eyes are full of humor now, but he still hasn’t touched me.
“You were really far away.”
“I’m right here.”
I lick my lips and watch his throat work as he swallows hard. My hands move behind his head, and I lean in for a long, tight hug.
Finally, his arms circle around me, and he returns the embrace, and we stand here like this for a long moment, just soaking each other in. It feels amazing.
“Thanks for earlier,” I murmur. “For calming me down.”
It’s a wonder that all it takes to calm my nerves is just one touch from him.
“I want you,” he says simply and kisses my cheek. “The wanting you never stops, and it’s not just sexual, although there’s a lot of that. I like having you here, in my home, in my space.”
He pulls back far enough to look me in the eye.
“I’m glad you came today.”
“Me, too.” I grin, and before I can kiss him, we hear a car making its way down the driveway. “They must be here.”
“They can wait.” His mouth covers mine, softly at first, and then grows with urgency. He nibbles and urges my lips apart so he can stroke my tongue. One hand moves down to cup my ass and the other to my hair where he makes a fist, and it about makes me beg for more.
I know he loves my hair. He never stops touching it.
But he steps away from me just as Jake bounds up the stairs to join us.
“Isn’t it rad?” he asks with a grin. “The others are here, Ry.”
“I heard them, thanks. Let’s go ride some horses, shall we?”
“Hell yeah,” Jake says and hurries off ahead of us.
I lick my lips and still taste Ryan there, and he watches the gesture, then takes a long, deep breath.
“Stay the whole day,” he urges me. “We’ll come back out here tonight.”