Total pages in book: 213
Estimated words: 201920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1010(@200wpm)___ 808(@250wpm)___ 673(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 201920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1010(@200wpm)___ 808(@250wpm)___ 673(@300wpm)
“I know I do,” she tells me and then readjusts her head on the cushion until she’s more comfortable, but still looking at me. The look of exhaustion drives a primal need inside me to help her sleep however I can. Even if that means fucking her into my bed. The thought is only a flash in my vision of her legs wrapped around my hips, her heels digging into my ass as I pound into her. A split second of that thought has me rock hard instantly.
I want to kiss her again, but that would just complicate everything. It feels good to have someone needing you like this though. Wanting you and letting you get close.
Word is already going around. As long as I do what I’m supposed to, maybe I can have her…
“Let’s go to bed,” I suggest, readjusting and trying to ignore the aching need that’s pressing against the zipper of my jeans. I’ve wanted her for so fucking long. With a quick glance at her curves hidden beneath the covers, I start wondering if she’d let me. If she needs me like I need her.
“Sebastian, tell me you didn’t bring me here just so you could fuck me.” Her voice is breathy, but there’s a tinge of fear there. She hasn’t moved from where she’s sitting, but she’s still as she waits for my answer.
“Why do I keep finding myself telling you that you should know better?” I expect her to flinch at my tone, or to drop the subject altogether. I don’t expect her to press me, which is exactly what she does.
“So, you don’t want to sleep with me?” she asks, and I don’t hesitate to tell her, “I want to fuck you more than I want to breathe right now.”
Chloe Rose’s eyes widen and her breath hitches as my blood heats.
“But it’s not why I brought you here, and you know it,” I add.
I can hear her swallow as she glances at my throbbing cock. “We can just go to sleep. I’m tired too,” I offer her.
I hadn’t realized I was holding my breath until she nods her head. “Okay,” she says, already pushing off the sofa and standing up with a yawn. “Should I bring this one too?” she asks, holding up the corner of my blanket.
“Leave it there,” I answer her and start walking down the hall. I walk slowly so she knows to follow, and she does. Her footsteps are soft and hesitant.
Pulling back the sheets for her, I look over my shoulder and then nod to the left side of the bed, the farthest from the doorway where she’s still standing.
She has one hand on each side of it, and in her sleep shirt, her legs are on full display. Smooth and lush. She rubs one calf against the other as she nervously waits in the doorway. “No funny business?” she asks.
“Not unless you want,” I tell her, feeling the disappointment overwhelm me. I’ve thought about having her here for years. Literally, years. I have to stare at my nightstand as I strip out of my shirt. When I unzip my pants, I see her walk around the bed, but more importantly, I feel her eyes on me. Her lust-filled gaze doesn’t see mine on hers as she nearly walks into the bed in her rush to get under the sheets. She doesn’t notice how I watch her lick the seam of her lips as her gaze travels down my body.
And I’ll never forget how her eyes widen and her bottom lip drops slightly for her to take a deep inhale when I kick off my pants and she sees what I have for her.
Every fucking inch of it will slide into that tight cunt of hers.
Maybe not tonight, but knowing how much she wants me, how much she’s desperate for what she sees, brings a cocky smirk to my face that I can’t hide.
When the sheets stop rustling and Chloe’s nestled under the comforter, I ask her, “You want to be the big spoon or little spoon?”
And I’m rewarded with the sweet, sarcastic laugh I knew she’d give me.
“No spooning,” she answers with the smile still firmly on her face.
“You sure?” I ask as I slip into bed beside her. “It can get a little cold, you may find yourself wanting some warmth.” I cock a brow, but she’s not having it. “I’m practically a heater myself. My body temperature is just a little hotter than normal.”
When she laughs this time, I smile wider and set my head down on the other pillow in the bed. She rubs her eyes and then rolls over to lie on her side, facing me with both of her hands tucked under her pillow.
“You’re the different one,” she whispers, reminding me of the night I dropped her off at her house when she said I was different and I said it right back to her. “This wouldn’t be so easy if you were still the way you were before.”