Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 60905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
“Like that?” he whispered.
“Yes.”
“If you roll over with your back to me, I’ll have a better angle.”
That sounded reasonable—and pleasurable. But as soon as I rolled over, the valley in the middle of the mattress had me sliding back against him. My back pressed against his sculpted chest. Since I was wearing a tube top with spaghetti straps, I could feel the soft fabric of the long-sleeved t-shirt he had on.
Boy shorts completed my makeshift pajamas, and the thin fabric did nothing to hide the fact that my ass was smashed against his jeans—and the hardness underneath.
I squirmed, trying to put a few inches between us, but gravity kept pulling me back toward him.
Brady groaned as I inadvertently ground against his erection. “Is it too late to take back my promise not to enjoy this?”
“Yes.”
“Just checking.”
He slid one hand under my head, pushing the pillow out of the way. He supported me while he ran both hands through my hair, and it felt amazing.
Except…
“This feels like a massage.”
To his credit, Brady stilled his hands immediately. “And you haven’t had the best of luck with massages lately.”
“Definitely not.” I wished I could have him continue, but it somehow felt like a danger zone.
“I don’t think any of us came across really well during our first online and in-person encounters.” His voice was so close to my ear that it seemed to resonate through my skin.
“I can’t argue with that,” I said softly.
“But I hope we can move past it.”
I wasn’t sure what to say to that. That I hoped so too? Maybe that was true, but it wasn’t very realistic.
Brady didn’t seem to need me to answer. He slid his arm under me, and I rested my head on his bicep. He slid his fingers down my arm using firm strokes. As his strong hand moved up and down my bare skin, I melted back into him, no longer trying to hold myself away from him.
With my cheek resting against the sleeve of his shirt, I inhaled. I caught a whiff of food scents that must’ve been from the diner. But under that was something else. Something like the fresh pine scents I couldn’t get enough of in the woods this morning.
Slowly, as if to give me a chance to object, Brady’s fingers moved lower. As his hand rubbed across mine, my pulse sped up. His movements were so sure, so hypnotic. Strong fingers slid down my body, squeezed the top of my thigh, and then did it again. “That feels good,” I moaned.
His nose nuzzled my hair when he spoke. “I’m glad to hear it.”
He slid his hand to the front of my little shorts, the warmth from his fingers sinking through the fabric. I pressed myself against his hand at the same time he pulled me back. Heat from his erection warmed my ass while his hand cupped my mound. My hips began to gyrate as I enjoyed the sensation of feeling his hand in front of me and his body behind me.
“Can I slide these down?” Brady asked softly.
I nodded. It wasn’t like he could get the job done without access. And if I were alone with one of my confiscated toys, I’d already have my shorts off.
His arm started to slide out from under my head, but to my surprise, I didn’t want it to. I liked the way our bodies were touching in so many places. So instead, I reached down and lowered the shorts, wiggling until they were down around my thighs. Then Brady took over and slid them down my legs until I was able to kick them off.
I shivered, grateful for the darkness. I was practically naked, and he was still dressed. That was what I’d signed up for, but still, it made my skin heat. It was erotic being nearly naked in his arms.
Brady’s hand descended on my pelvis as his warm body spooned mine. His fingers slid over my mound, and my legs parted slightly, but that wasn’t where he was heading. Instead, his fingers danced over my thigh. It was a delightful sensation, but the throbbing between my legs was getting more insistent.
“God, your skin is warm.” His voice was rumbly, and my pulse spiked—especially when one of his fingers slid lower. “And your hair smells so good.”
“I thought you weren’t going to enjoy this.” I had to try twice to get the words out of my dry mouth.
“I thought so, too.”
He abruptly changed course again, running his large palm over my thigh, and I regretted having spoken up. He’d been so close to where I’d needed him to be.
But his mind was on other things at the moment. “Your skin is so smooth. I thought you said you’d turn into a yeti if we took away your electric shaver.”
“I still shaved, it just took forever,” I muttered. Especially since the shower stall was barely bigger than a coffin.