Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“What are you thinking about?” he murmurs. His heated gaze rakes down my body in a way that has me feeling naked and exposed, regardless of my being fully clothed.
“Your beard,” I admit, crawling over to him and swinging my leg over to straddle his torso. “You remind me of a lumberjack. In the book I’m reading, the guy is a lumberjack. She was driving and got stranded, but he saved her. Now they’re trapped in his cabin because of a snowstorm. He walks around with a beard and in flannel shirts, always chopping wood.”
The corner of his mouth quirks into a sexy smirk. “You want to roleplay, sweetheart?” He grips the curve of my hip with one hand, using his other to grab my ponytail and tug me closer. “I’m down for playing the lumberjack, and you can play the damsel in distress.”
I chuckle and shake my head. “Maybe another time. Tonight, I’m in charge.” I lean the rest of the way and press my mouth to his, giving him a slow and lingering kiss. His lips are smooth and plump, and when I suck on his bottom lip, a rumble erupts from his throat.
His lips part, giving my tongue access to deepen the kiss, and our tongues find one another, as I sigh into him, getting lost in his taste, in the way he kisses me every time as if it might be the last time.
When his hands glide down my body and land on my ass, squeezing my cheeks, I remember my plan: to take care of Pierce.
I break the kiss and lean back, lift his shirt over his head, exposing his sculpted body. I wish I could stare at him longer, but if I don’t act soon, I’m afraid he’ll grow impatient and try to take over.
I scoot down and run my tongue across his right pec then over his left, stopping for a moment to press a kiss to the area just above his heart.
The heart that loves as fiercely as it’s currently beating.
The heart that’s so big it allows him to love unconditionally and selflessly.
The same heart that he handed over to me and Jordan when he made us his and, in return, made him ours.
As if he can sense my thoughts, he runs his knuckles along my cheek then gently pinches my chin, lifting it so our eyes lock.
“My heart, my body, my goddamned soul is yours. I hope you know that. You own me, baby. I’m yours.”
I choke up at his admission, tears filling my lids and blurring my vision. When I close my eyes to get my emotions under control, I feel his lips press against one eyelid then the other, kissing my tears away.
“I’ll never take it for granted,” I tell him, needing him to know that I don’t take him trusting me with his heart lightly.
I go back to giving his body the attention it deserves, kissing and licking each ridge until I get to the waistband of his pants. I give his happy trail a quick kiss and then move farther down, giving the outline of his hard cock an open-mouthed kiss.
I unbutton and unzip his pants, and he helps me remove them, leaving him in only his boxer briefs. He stares down at me hungrily, and I’m sure he’s hoping my next move will be to take him in my mouth. But I meant what I said—tonight, it’s my turn to take care of him.
“Roll onto your stomach, please.”
His eyes widen at my request. But after a few moments, he obeys, stretching his arms above his head—the act causing his shoulder and back muscles to stretch in the most delicious way.
I grab my lotion from the dresser, squirt some into my palm, and rub my hands together to warm them up.
Climbing onto him so my legs are straddling his butt, I start with his broad shoulders, massaging the tension out of them. With every press of my fingers, his body relaxes more and more. At one point, he even groans in pleasure. I work my way down his back, massaging as deep as I can go.
“Jesus, Kels. You should become a masseuse,” he mutters, sounding more relaxed than I’ve ever seen him.
I chuckle lightly and continue to knead my fingers into his muscles, working every kink and knot I can find. As his body loosens up, he feels like jelly beneath my fingers.
I tell him to roll back over, and when his eyes meet mine, they’re calm and sleepy, but I know the perfect way to wake him up.
Pulling the front of his boxers down, I take his thick shaft in my hand, stroke it up and down, and then take it in my mouth. My gaze flits to his face just in time to see his eyes roll to the back of his head in pleasure.