Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
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“Hey,” I heard Blaze whisper from in front of me. “Montana, you need to wake up.”
I groaned and slowly opened my eyes. He was crouched in front of my bed, his blue eyes roaming over my face. I’d been released late yesterday with instructions to see a nutritionist and to also go see an OB for my morning sickness. When I got home, I just slept.
“Why are you here?” I groaned.
“To take you to the doctor,” he told me. “Come on. You need to get a shower. You have an appointment in an hour and a half.”
I whined. I didn’t want to get out of bed. I was still suffering from my concussion. I just wanted to sleep.
“Sweetheart, get out of bed,” Blaze told me, his voice becoming a bit harder. “You’re not getting out of going.”
I huffed and threw the covers off of me before sitting up. Blaze leaned over me and gripped my chin in his hand, his blue eyes boring into my dark ones. “Watch yourself,” he warned.
I pouted, tears springing to my eyes. “I just want to sleep,” I whispered. “My head hurts so bad.”
He pressed his lips to mine, kissing me. His kiss wasn’t gentle; it never was. His hand on my chin was tight—almost bruising—but he had a way of keeping me from getting too lost in my head and my pain like this.
I wrapped my hands around his upper arms as much as I could—fucker was made of solid muscle—and dragged him closer to me, needing to feel him on top of me, sliding inside of me, his lips on my skin.
But he pulled back before I could get him on the same page as me. He ran his eyes over me, pausing momentarily on my kiss-swollen lips before he grabbed me under my arms and pulled me to my feet. “Shower,” he told me.
I sighed. I was almost into my bathroom when pain pulsed through my skull, making me lose my balance. I stumbled against the wall, and then Blaze was there, his arm locking around me, hauling me against his body. “Easy now,” he rumbled from behind me. “Come on. I’ll shower with you.”
I swallowed thickly, my heart hammering in my chest. He was going to shower with me. I was going to see Blaze naked.
My blood pumped hotly through my veins.
I managed to get undressed while he turned the shower on and set it to the right temperature. When he turned around, I was naked. He growled softly, his eyes dilating the slightest bit as he stared at me. “Fuck,” he swore.
My body flushed under his appreciative gaze. I watched as he peeled off his clothing, revealing more and more of his body to my hungry eyes as he did so. My breath left me on a whoosh of air once he was completely naked. But he acted as if he didn’t even notice my reaction to him.
He stepped into the shower, and I frowned at the new shower curtain. “John told me I ripped it down,” I muttered.
Blaze softly laughed. “Yeah, you’ve definitely got a head injury, sweetheart.” I placed my hand in his, and he helped me step over the side of the tub into the shower with him. He then leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his broad chest. “Go ahead and try to do what you can. I’m just here to catch you if you lose your balance or pass out again.”
Sighing, I stepped under the warm spray of water, trying to ignore his gaze on my body. I did my best to wash my hair, but pain radiated through most of the back of my head, making it hard to do so. I was rinsing the conditioner from my hair when I lost my balance again, my stomach rolling with the pain.
But Blaze was instantly there, his hands clamping around my waist, hauling my body against his. Without a word, he wrapped an arm around me and proceeded to finish rinsing my hair for me. And then, he lathered my poof and bathed me.
He felt so good against me—all hard muscles and strength—but I didn’t dare try anything, even if his cock was hard against my belly as he rinsed my back off. I wasn’t keen on being turned away a third time.
Once I was rinsed off completely, I thought he would turn the water off, but instead, he turned me so my back was plastered to the front of his body, his shaft nestled right above my ass. His hand slid down my belly and came to rest between my legs.
I whimpered, parting my legs even further for him.
His hot breath fanned the shell of my ear and my neck. “How bad do you want to come for me, Montana?”
“Bad,” I whimpered.