Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
She stares at me for a long moment, something snapping between us that I can't exactly describe. I'm about to open my mouth and probably say something stupid, but she saves me, and hits play on the show again.
One episode rolls into the next, the two of us chatting and laughing in between certain scenes. By episode three, I’ve wrapped my arm around her and she’s leaning against my chest as we watch.
And while I’m enjoying the show, I'm more marveling at the fact that I'm having such a great time simply watching TV with her in my arms. I find myself excited to see how she responds to certain things, or what her favorite parts or characters are, anything that gives me more insight into who she is.
And I'm suddenly aware of how fucking lucky I am to be the one sitting right here with her in my arms.
I already knew she trusted me—there’s a level of trust in the agreement we struck—but it was fully sealed when she trusted me with her body.
But now it seems like she’s trusting me with more pieces of herself, things that were much more important than delivering a few orgasms. Not that I didn't want to do that. Not that I wouldn't if she turned to me right now and asked me to.
It isn't until episode five rolls into episode six that I realize Blakely fell asleep. I gently turn my head to look down at her, noticing how even her breathing is, her eyelashes dusting her cheeks. It's well past midnight, and after the game-winning adrenaline leaks out of my system, I'm more than exhausted too.
I know I should gently remove myself from her bed and head to her living room couch, but my muscles are too heavy to make the move, and before I can argue with my body, my lids fall closed.
The smell of honeysuckle surrounds me, and a warm, soft body is pressed against mine. I shift against the comfortable mattress, my mind slowly coming up from sleep when that warmth shifts against me again.
I peel open my eyes, noting the darkness of the room, and it takes me a minute to remember that I'm not at my place.
I glance down, fire licking through my veins.
Blakely is completely entangled with me. One leg is wrapped around my hip, her breasts brushing my chest, and one of her arms is tucked between us while the other rests on my side. She's moving...stretching while also pulling me closer, her head tilting upward as her lips graze the base of my neck.
Fucking hell, this isn't a dream.
But is she awake?
My arms are around her, one beneath her head, and the other gently stroking the hip of the leg she’s thrown over me. “Blakely, baby,” I whisper, groaning as she rocks against me, her body seeking mine. “Are you awake?”
“Definitely not awake,” she whispers back with crystal-clear clarity, yet her eyes are still closed. Her lips work their way up to the line of my jaw as she pulls me closer.
She rolls against me again, this time gasping when she feels just how fucking hard I am for her. That hand tucked between us teases the line of my cock over my sweats, and I instinctively thrust into it.
“Fuck,” I whisper, wondering how the hell some over-the-clothes touching can feel so damn good. I gently squeeze her hip, dragging my hand up to her cheek as she kisses her way toward my lips. “Baby, you’ve got to tell me you're awake.”
“If I was awake, I don't think I’d have the courage to do what I'm doing,” she says, her mouth finding mine.
The kiss is slow, almost lazy, like we have nothing but time, but it’s no less hot.
I hesitate to take the reins, my body knowing she’s awake, but my mind needing more confirmation.
She strokes my cock again, moaning into my mouth as the little tease slips her tongue between my lips and rubs it against my own.
“If I was awake,” she continues, working her way to my ear and nibbling slightly on the lobe.
I groan, yanking her tighter against me, earning the sweetest little sigh from her.
“I definitely wouldn't be as bold to do this.” She moves against me, and I fall back the way that she's urging me, damn near growling when the vixen straddles me, leaving me on my back to look up at her.
Her eyes are finally open, looking down at me, all lust hazy and wanting.
I can't stop my hands from flying to her hips, from holding onto her as she rocks over my hard length, the thinness of her pajama bottoms doing nothing to hide how hot she feels.
“Fuck, Blakely,” I groan, lifting up to meet her face to face, needing her mouth on mine.
The position brings us flush, and she gasps as I take her mouth in a quick and intense kiss before pulling back.