Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
I ask, “Where are you going?”
“To bed.”
What the . . . “With a cookie?”
“Yep.” He takes a bite without stopping or looking back.
“You realize they have crumbs, right?”
“I do.”
Something is most definitely off. I take my water and grab another cookie before following his same path. As soon as I enter the room, he’s climbing into bed. “Crumbs that will burrow into the carpet and on the bed?”
He chuckles. “I know, Sass.”
I pad my way across the floor, stepping over the heels I purposely left in his way and noticing the dress is still flung over the chair. “What has gotten into you?”
“Nothing. I just realized that worrying about every little thing is not worth the good times I’m sacrificing.”
“What does that even mean?” I set my cookie and glass on the nightstand and climb under the covers. The silky soft cotton feels like the sheets are freshly washed every day. Wait a minute . . . are they? Does he come in here and change the sheets when I’m not looking?
“It means I’m focusing on the wrong things.”
“Like staying up past nine o’clock? Why are we going to bed so early?” I reach over, pinch off a piece of the cookie, and take a bite.
“I’m not going to bed. I’m getting into bed. With you,” he says, leaning over and kissing my shoulder. Now it’s becoming clear.
I finish the bit of cookie I broke off as I angle to face him, crisscrossing my legs under the covers. “Did you lure me in here with cookies?”
“I’d like to think you came in to spend time with me, but did I unashamedly use a dessert to get you into bed? I did.” With his back against the headboard, he grins like a fool in love. Oh my. Is that what’s happening here? My feelings for him have grown exponentially. Have his feelings for me done the same? One thing he said I know for a fact is truthful; he is unashamed to have tricked me into this bed by looking at that gorgeous and not-so-humble grin on his face. “I want you on me,” he says, the dulcet tones of his voice just as devilishly enticing as the treat. Maybe more.
I climb over him and kiss those incredible lips of his. Definitely more.
With his broken arm at his side, his other hand reaches around, running along the hem of my underwear and then dipping under the thin fabric to caress my ass. Pulling me higher, right where he wants me, and where I wanted him so badly, he kisses me again.
The cookie is forgotten, the mess of clothes I left around the room, the glass of water on the nightstand, and everything else that’s not him and me. I lift from the sensations, the pressure between my legs already feeling so good. I’ll either fall apart quickly or try to relish this connection to him a little longer. Either way, he knows exactly how to get me to the edge of rapture. Sitting back down on his erection, I can’t stop myself from wanting to skip the foreplay and feel him inside me again.
Cupping his face, I lean my forehead against his, gathering the will to leave this position when he feels so incredible. “I need to get—”
“I already got it.” His hand disappears from my body, and the sound of a packet glides out from under his pillow, and he drops it to the mattress. “Lift.”
I stand on my knees as he pushes down the boxer briefs on one side. I help with the other, and then they disappear to the bottom of the bed. Eyeing me, he asks, “You want to take that off?”
Nodding, I pull the tee off over my head and toss it to the far side of the bed. He’s already working on the side of my panties, so I help him out until they’re trapped around my knees. I laugh and get to my feet. I lift one foot at a time as he slides them free from my ankles. Before I drop back down, he says, “Stay there. Let me look at you.”
His hand runs along the side of my calf, and then up the back of my thigh. A breath seems to jag when he sucks it in and encourages me forward. “Come closer, Sass.” I’m starting to notice that his pattern of commands and requests is direct, with no room for discussion. A discussion is the last thing I want as well, but I find it so sexy the way he’s so sure of himself.
Standing with a foot planted on either side of him, I step closer. As his hand slinks up my backside, he cups my ass and pulls me closer. He kisses the lowest part of my belly and then slips his tongue through the slit of my lower lips. My breathing comes hard as I watch him do what no one else has before.