Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 125866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
But my logic laughed at me.
I heard you.
A shiver ripped through me, making me shake like a leaf.
He’d heard me in the bathtub.
He knew I’d been… taking care of myself.
He also knew I hadn’t made it to the finish line.
My cheeks flamed when I considered that he’d heard me say his name in my attempt, and I groaned, burying myself deeper into the covers.
I can help with that.
The way he’d rumbled those words in my ear, the way his eyes had sealed the promise when he pulled back and pinned me with a dark smirk…
I stopped breathing as a realization hit me.
Did I want him to follow through with that promise?
A week ago, I was threatening him to behave himself, warning him not to use tongue when he kissed me.
Now, I was thinking of all the other things that tongue could do.
And after the plane ride, I had more questions than ever burning into my skull. I wanted to talk about what happened when we were younger. I needed to know how he could leave me, knowing I was carrying his child.
I needed to know if he even knew at all, or if all this time…
Kyle shut the shower off, and the absence of the rushing water made me blink, my thoughts on the past evaporating as my heart picked up its pace in my chest again.
I stared at the ceiling listening to the sounds of him brushing his teeth. Then, he padded into the room, using a Q-tip to clean his ears as he opened one of the drawers he’d unpacked his things into.
He was wearing nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist, and that towel was far too small for the beast of a man that he was.
I followed a drop of water all the way down the middle ridge of his abdomen before I snapped my gaze back up to the ceiling, my throat closing in. When Kyle was focused on the items he was pulling from the drawer, I peeked over again, marveling at the muscles in his shoulders, his back, his thighs.
Then, without warning, he dropped the towel.
“Kyle!”
I pulled the covers over my eyes and shut them tightly as a throaty laugh rumbled through the room.
“Caught you looking,” he teased as the memory of his perfectly sculpted ass burned itself into my brain.
“I wasn’t looking,” I argued.
“Then why are you so upset?”
“Because you flashed me!”
“You can always flash me back if it’d make you feel better to get even.”
I did a quick check to make sure he had clothes on, then I peered at him over the edge of the covers with my eyes narrowed, earning me a laugh that warmed my insides.
He didn’t pull on more than a pair of briefs, and after putting his phone on the charger and flipping the extra safety lock on the door, he shut off the lights.
And then the bed dipped with his weight, a flash of cold air sweeping over my skin as he pulled back the covers and slid under them.
I couldn’t swallow the lump in my throat, couldn’t hear anything over the sound of my heartbeat in my ears.
But I could feel him.
It didn’t matter that I was hugging the edge of the bed, I could still feel the heat of his body, could smell his body wash and hear the groan he let loose as he settled into the sheets, stretching a bit before he lie still.
The blackout curtains snuffed out the city lights, and even after my eyes adjusted, I could barely see a thing in the dark room.
But I felt every subtle move Kyle made, my ears trained on the sound of each breath.
“You have plenty of room,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “Scoot over.”
“I’m good.”
There was a soft laugh in the darkness. “Madelyn, you’re about to fall off the fucking bed.”
I swallowed, shimmying a bit until my ass was no longer hanging off the mattress. Even though I only moved a couple inches, I felt even more of his heat, and every nerve in my body buzzed to life.
“I put your water on the nightstand,” he said.
“Thank you.”
The words were a squeak, which made me cringe a bit, but then silence fell over us, Kyle’s breathing evening out a bit.
“Goodnight,” I said.
There was a long pause before he spoke. “Goodnight.”
I didn’t close my eyes, didn’t dare move even a centimeter. I just stared up at the ceiling with my eyes unable to see anything, trying to subtly take deeper inhales without letting Kyle hear how hard it was for me to breathe at the moment.
In for four, out for eight. In for four, out for eight.
I repeated the mantra in my head, feeling my heart settle a bit the longer the silence stretched between us. I thought I heard Kyle’s breathing change, too.