Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 67614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Maybe this was a bad idea. I don’t plan to make any sexy moves on her until after we’ve solved the mysteries we’re working on. I don’t want to put any more pressure on her than what she already has.
But damn, it’s hard.
Pun intended.
Finally, I make my way down her arms to her fingertips and then cover her again and move away from her.
“Wait,” she says, surprising me. “You forgot a spot.”
I raise an eyebrow. “I did?”
“Uh-huh.” She turns over onto her back and smiles at me, but then uncertainty makes its way into those stunning eyes.
“What is it?”
“Giles, I’m confused.”
I sit next to her. “Why?”
“Are you ever going to make love to me? Or is that not what we have going on here?”
Chapter Ten
Breena
He licks his lips, and I think maybe I said the wrong thing. My stomach sinks, and I move to leave the bed, but he stops me, his hand on mine. “I’ve been trying to wait.”
“For what?” I frown, not understanding. “An invitation? Well, you have one. An open one.”
I don’t know that I’ve ever seen Giles so nervous before. Shocked, yes, but never nervous. He licks his lips and pushes his glasses up his nose, and I suddenly feel bad.
“I’m not trying to rush you,” I say softly. “If you’re not ready, it’s okay. You’re just always so affectionate, and I see how you look at me sometimes. I just thought maybe…”
My voice tapers off, and I feel stupid.
“Not ready?” He clears his throat and then laughs, making me feel even more stupid, if that’s even possible. “Honey, I’ve been ready for a long time. I just didn’t want to add any more pressure on you.”
“By all means. Add some pressure. But I have to warn you; I’m not very good at this stuff.”
“I’m going to show you just how wrong that statement is.” It’s a promise. One I can’t wait to see how he goes about following through on.
“I think you should take off some of your clothes.”
For the love of all the gods and goddesses, I so want to see him naked. I’ve wanted it since I was fourteen and realized Giles was the one for me. I didn’t know how I knew; I just did.
He’s so tall and broad and has muscles that seem to go on for days. Is that from all the rocks he hauls around? Maybe. Whatever it is, thank the gods for it.
“Your eyes look…greedy,” he decides, and I immediately nod.
“I don’t know how to play coy or hard to get,” I confess, feeling totally lame. “I never did master that feminine skill.”
“Good.” He stands and unbuttons his blue shirt, uncovering smooth skin and abs that should be on the cover of a men’s health magazine. “I don’t want you to play games with me, Breena. If you want me, I want to know about it.”
“Same goes,” I mutter before he drops the shirt to the floor and then crawls onto the bed. “Pants?”
“If I strip down to the skin right now, I’ll be inside you in about ten seconds flat, and I want to take my time exploring you.”
I pause. Is that even a thing? Don’t guys just climb on top, stick it in, and the next thing you know, they’re snoring, and you’re questioning your life choices?
Giles narrows his eyes. “I see we have some fun work ahead of us.”
“Okay.”
He chuckles once more, but I don’t feel stupid this time. No, I’m just excited to see what comes next.
With the flick of his finger, the candle beside the bed comes to life, and I feel my eyes widen in surprise.
“I didn’t know you could do that one.”
“I can do a lot,” he confesses as he lowers his head to brush his nose across mine. “I just don’t show it off much.”
“I want to know what else you can do.”
“Oh, I think I’m about to show you.”
That makes me laugh, but it turns to a sigh when he drifts down to nibble just below my ear. It feels magical.
Giles peels back the covers and joins me under them as he continues to kiss my neck, moving down to my collarbone. He doesn’t nibble lower to my breasts, though.
Instead, he kisses his way up to my lips and sinks in as if he needs to feast on me. My hands find their way up his naked back, and I simply let myself enjoy him in a way I’ve never been able to enjoy a man before.
There’s no rush here. No need to hurry. Instead, it feels like time has stopped altogether, and we can just lazily soak each other in.
His hand finally grazes up my side to my breast, where he gently worries the nipple between his fingers. I arch my back, inviting him to do more.
“Goddess above, you’re so fucking sweet,” he murmurs against my lips. “So damn soft and sweet. I’m telling you right now, if you don’t want or like anything I do, all you have to do is tell me, and I’ll stop.”