Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
The fingers flex and give it a small squeeze. My eyes fly open, and I see pillows and comforters surrounding me. I’m in the middle of a soft cloud that is not my bed, and it’s definitely not my own hand grabbing my boob. I think Clause might be the only man in this town that could hold one of my breasts fully in his giant hand and have it fit perfectly.
Slowly, I try to slip out of Clause’s grip, but it only tightens. He pulls me deeper into his warm body before throwing one of his legs over mine, thoroughly trapping me. Damn, he feels good and smells good too. How the hell did I end up in his bed? I shift, wanting to get a peek at him and see if he’s awake.
“Frostie.” Clause grunts my name, and I still my movements.
His leg presses against my ass, and then my eyes widen. Holy shit, that’s his cock. I know Clause is a big man, so it shouldn’t be shocking that his cock would match the rest of the package, but there’s no way that thing will ever fit inside me. Although no one said anything about it going into me. It’s morning wood and completely normal.
“Clause?” I whisper as the night before starts to come back to me. I think I might have had a Christmas crash, if that’s a thing. I was so excited about decorating Clause's home, I ended up overdoing it. There might have been some spiked eggnog too, which was my idea.
Clause only grunts a response, which makes my nipples harder. I glance down at my clothes, and I’m pretty sure I’m in one of his shirts.
“You’re killing me,” he grits out as I wiggle again, and I’m not sure if he’s mad. His tone is different.
“Three words all strung together. I’m impressed,” I tease, trying to lighten the mood and my growing desire. “Care to tell me why I’m killing you?”
Does he have a hangover? I don’t feel hung over, but I’m also a lightweight when it comes to drinking. I think I had three of those cocktails last night. One holiday movie turned into another as we decorated, and before I knew it, we were on the sofa watching together.
“You’re wiggling your ass against my cock.” I have to fight not to do it again. Now that he said it, that's all I can think about.
“You’ve got a hold of my boob,” I point out. He could have let that go at any time because I’m sure he grabbed it in his sleep or something. Clause isn’t handsy. In fact, he gives me too much space at times. I remember after my first drink trying to flirt with him, but I don’t think it worked.
“You’re the one that demanded cuddles.”
“I demanded cuddles?” That must have been after the third drink. Is that my flirt game? To demand cuddles? I start to giggle, and my whole body shakes.
My laughter dies as it comes back to me. Oh god. It was clear after the first drink last night that I wouldn’t be driving, so Clause said I could have the bed after he gave me one of his shirts to sleep in. I think I might have even danced around to Christmas music. He sat there and watched, probably thinking I was a weirdo and asking himself why he blackmailed this person into coming to his house. Kill me now.
“I like them,” he finally says.
“My boobs or cuddles?” I’m thankful my back is to him and he can’t see my face because I wouldn't be so bold with my words otherwise.
I still can’t believe I’m in Clause’s bed in only his shirt and my panties. If someone had told me this was coming a week ago, I would have called them crazy. I didn’t think Clause could stand me, and now we’re friends. At least, I think we are. Really I have no clue where we stand because Clause isn’t a big communicator.
“Both.” His hand slips down slowly, and I don’t stop him as he moves it under my shirt and up to grab my bare breast. “You’re so soft.” He buries his face in my neck, and a warm shiver spreads over my body.
I feel him suck in a deep breath. Is he breathing me in? Why is that so freaking hot? I close my eyes, enjoying him groping me. I love the way his giant body presses against mine and makes me feel delicate.
“And you’re very hard.” I know it’s natural for men to be hard in the morning, but could there be more to what is happening? He rubs his rough thumb across my nipple, making me moan. “Clause?” I turn my head, needing to see his face.
We’re crossing a line here, and I’m not sure what that means. I don’t know why it scares me, but it does. Clause doesn’t let people close, but I practically jumped in his bed and dragged him into it with me.