Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 106173 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106173 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
He smiles. “Nope. I fell into the coffee table when I was three. I tripped over one of my own toys. Never left my crap on the floor after that since I needed seven stitches.”
“Do you remember getting them?”
“Vaguely. I remember how much it bled more.”
“That makes sense.”
Prince Francis drags his nails across the door and starts up with the yowling again. The song blasting from Miles’s phone seems like it might be appropriate for cooldown.
I push up off his chest. “I need the noise to stop. Give me a second.”
Miles tries to keep me from rolling off him, but he seems just as boneless as me. My feet hit the floor, and I smile when he whistles and says, “You are effortlessly sexy, Kitty.”
I throw open the bedroom door. Prince Francis has one paw raised in the air, mouth wide open as if he’s about to yowl. He brings his paw to his mouth and licks between his toes. “Can I help you?” I ask.
He makes a noise like a harrumph and then trots off down the hall, tail flicking irritably. When I turn around, I notice that the music has stopped.
I leave the door ajar and consider beelining it across the room and jumping right back into bed, but Miles turns around and now we’re facing each other. Still naked. I don’t know what to do with my hands, or the rest of me.
Luckily, Miles seems to know how to manage himself when he’s buck naked after sex. He crosses the room and wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me against him. I tip my head up and he bends until our lips connect. It’s a brief kiss, soft, gentle.
“Hey.” He brushes the end of his nose against mine.
“Hey.”
“Wanna cuddle now that all the noise has stopped?” He inclines his head to the bed.
“Sure. Okay. Yes.”
He keeps his arm around me, and we stutter-step our way back to the bed, Miles dropping kisses along my shoulder and up the side of my neck as we go. When we reach the bed, he dives onto it and stretches out an arm, patting the pillow beside him. I lie next to him, and he pulls the covers over us, then turns on his side, and I do the same. He runs a hand down my side and shimmies closer, pulling my leg over his hip.
“That’s better,” he murmurs. His hand disappears from my hip and then strokes gently from my temple to my chin while grinning.
“What’s this about?” I poke the dimple in his cheek.
“I gave you an orgasm.”
I blush. “You did. And I was very loud about letting you know how much I appreciated it.”
His grin widens. “I appreciate your appreciation.”
“You’re pretty proud of yourself, aren’t you?”
He lifts a shoulder and holds his fingers an inch apart. “Maybe a little.”
I splay his hand out and press my palm to his. “Or a lot.” I lace my fingers with his. “That was my first ever sex-gasm. It’s worth being proud of. Hopefully it wasn’t a one-time thing. I mean . . . unless this was just a tonight thing. I don’t have expectations.” But even as I say it, I’m not sure it’s entirely true. We’re supposed to go on a date, and now I’ve already messed it up by having sex with him before we’ve had a civilized dinner together. And he was vulnerable tonight and emotional. “Oh my God!” I slap a palm over my mouth.
Miles’s brow pulls together in a furrow. “What’s wrong?”
“I just took advantage of you.”
“What?”
I sit up and unintentionally flash him my boobs, then pull my knees up to my chin along with the covers. “You were vulnerable and emotional after today, which totally makes sense considering everything that’s going on, and instead of just being there for you, I took advantage of the situation and you.” I flail a hand in his direction and almost lose my hold on the covers. “It’s bad enough that I invited you to the bar as a shield for the alien studies weirdo and then attacked you with my lips. Now I’ve attacked you with my vagina too!” This is just so mortifying.
“I already asked you on a date, Kitty. And you weren’t taking advantage of me. I told you before, you can attack me with your lips whenever you want. And I’m the one who turned you into a human pretzel and then tried to pound a hole through the mattress. There was no taking advantage of anyone.”
“How’d you get so good at the pretzel move?” I cover my eyes with my palm again. “I’m sorry. You don’t need to answer that. I think maybe I lost a few brain cells with that orgasm. Everything went black and white and starry for a second. Maybe I lost consciousness? Why can’t I stop talking?”