Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 97364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
“You gave me two stars.” His words come out as a growl.
Oh that …
I swallow hard. He’s angry. My rubbish assessment pissed him off. Do I want to have sex with angry Theodore Reed?
“That means I have eight more to give. Think you can steal them from me?”
Oh. Fucking. Hell. YES! I want to have sex with angry Theodore Reed.
He backs me into the worktop.
Crash!
He shoves one of my plants onto the floor.
Crash!
Another plant.
Crash!
My bare bum meets the cold worktop when he lifts me up. The breath in my lungs whooshes out as he slides down his shorts and briefs. Just the sight of his naked body is worth ten solid stars.
My hair feels like it’s being ripped from my head as he fists it, crashing our mouths together at the same time his cock completely fills me. I want to scream, but his tongue consumes every part of my mouth. He thrusts into me slow and hard. My fingers dig into the hard muscles of his arse, guiding—begging him to not stop.
The cupboard doors clank over and over, vibrating the dishes behind them like an earthquake. I’m so close, and I swear he knows it because he stills and wraps one hand around my waist while the other lifts me off the worktop.
Crash!
He shoves two plants off the kitchen island.
Crash! Crash! Crash!
There goes the rest of my plants. I want to protest, but he has me spread out on the island with his head between my legs, his hands pushing them open as wide as they will go.
His tongue makes a thorough introduction to my clit. Oh. My. God!
There it is. It’s … it’s … No!!!
He stops. I look down. He looks up and smirks.
“What are you—”
He flips me over with the ease of turning a page. My cheek rests against the worktop. My hands grip the edge of it. Theo lifts my hips, a knee on both sides of my legs, and drives into me again … and again … and oh fucking hell … Stars. It’s all I can see as I hold my breath, letting my body seize with an orgasm.
Our fingers intertwine on the edge of the worktop as he speeds up, drawing out every last possible sensation I can have, then he stills, buried completely. Warmth fills me. A guttural moan vibrates his chest that’s pressed to my back.
“Take the stars …” I pant. “Every. Single. One.”
*
What happened? Where am I? What time is it?
I lift my head from the pillow to assess my situation:
Sofa bed—sheets half-ripped off.
Naked Thor facedown on the floor with dirt and leaves stuck to his skin. Nice view.
Plants.
More dirt.
Broken porcelain.
I lift myself to sitting. Dirt trickles down my back, but most of it stays stuck to my skin. Well, shit! I’m naked too and covered in dirt.
The brain fog begins to lift. We had sex. I think lots of sex.
Sex on the worktop.
Sex on the camp bed. Oh, my aching back. That’s right. We broke the camp bed. That might account for why he’s on the floor.
The floor. We had sex on the floor too.
Good sex. Really good sex.
My ten-star wonder begins to move and grumble like a bear waking. Theo pushes himself to his knees, tattooed back to me. I can pretty much read his mind as he looks down at himself and around the room—because I had the same thoughts. He glances over his shoulder at me, gaze trailing along my body while he scratches his beard-covered chin.
“Mornin’,” he says in a raspy voice.
“Morning.” I don’t know what else to say. Theo’s moods are something much more complex than simply unpredictable.
He continues to stroke his beard. “That was a military-grade cot.”
A smile grows across my face until I can’t hold back my laughter. “I think half of my plants need CPR.”
With a shrug, he lumbers to standing. “Toss them.”
I push to my feet, giving my best effort to not stare at his morning erection. “I’ll save them and when you finish the upstairs, I’m going to put all of them in your room.”
He stretches his arms above his head and yawns.
Good lord … that body.
“When I’m done with the upstairs, this place is going on the market.”
Is that his way of reminding me that this is nothing? I know this is nothing. I think I know it better than he does. “And you’ll go on tour.”
He regards me for a few seconds. I’m not sure if the sadness in his expression is my imagination or if he’s really letting his mask slip. “And you’ll go back to London to get married.”
If Theo thought that was anything but a lie, I think I’d crawl into a hole and die. I’m not a cheater. Right now, I’d give anything to erase that look from his face. I am not a cheater.