Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 67492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
I don’t think the girl ever has a bad day or a bad mood. I hate to admit this, but she’s rubbing off on me. Her spirit is infectious, which is what has me quickly changing into my sweats and T-shirt I brought. I leave my bag in her room. Maybe, just maybe, she’ll ask me to stay.
When I reach the living room, she too has changed, and she’s sitting on the couch with a blanket pulled over her lap. “If you’re staying, you have to watch a Christmas movie with me.” She grins like she knows I’m going to refuse.
“Okay.” I move around the couch and lift the blanket, sitting my ass right next to her, tossing the blanket over my lap. My leg is resting against hers, and I don’t hate it.
“Okay?” She raises her brow, not hiding her surprise.
I shrug. “I’ll do what I have to do in order to stay.”
“Why?”
In a move she’s not expecting, I reach over and lift her onto my lap. “So I can do this,” I say, before kissing her lips and wrapping my arms tightly around her.
“To cuddle?”
“And steal kisses.”
“You might really like to cuddle.” Her eyes are bright, and I know she’s teasing me.
“I do really like to cuddle, as long as it’s with you.”
“You know, I’m going to have to stop calling you Grumpy Oliver if you keep talking like that.”
“Baby, I don’t care what you call me, as long as you call me.” I wink at her, and she tosses her head back in laughter. “Shush, you,” I say, pecking her lips again with a quick kiss. “I’m trying to watch the movie.” I nod toward the TV that’s just showing ads of holiday movies.
“What if I changed my mind? What if I don’t want to watch a movie anymore?”
“I’m here for all of it, Blake.”
She rests the palm of her hand against my cheek. “I want more of your kisses.”
My heart starts to hammer in my chest. “Just my kisses?”
She nods. “They’re my favorite.” She moves so that she’s straddling my lap, and I lift the blanket to wrap it around her shoulders, keeping her warm.
She’s my fucking favorite. “Who am I to keep you from your favorite kisses?” I lean in and capture her lips with mine. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t for her tongue to demand entrance. She rocks her hips, and I groan because, fuck me, I don’t know what to do with this sexy woman writhing on my lap.
I want her.
I’ve never wanted someone the way I do Blakely, but at the same time, I need this to be at her pace. So, I let her take what she needs. Let’s be honest, I might not be inside her, but I’m enjoying the hell out of this moment with her. It’s one I’ll be sure to take with me when she realizes she’s too good for me and deserves more than I can give her. Until then, I’m going to store every moment in my mind to look back on often.
Suddenly, she stops kissing me, tearing her mouth from mine. Her hips stop rocking, and her breathing turns ragged. Her eyes are liquid pools of desire. “Isla,” she pants.
I look over my shoulder, but I don’t see anyone. “I told you I wouldn’t hide.”
She shakes her head. “I don’t want her to walk in on… this.” She wiggles her hips, as if I need a reminder. “Can we go to my room?”
“Baby, I go where you go.”
She nods. “My room.”
Not needing further instruction, I lift her into my arms, and she wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. I move swiftly down the hall while she trails kisses down my neck and jaw.
In her room, I sit on the bed, keeping her in my arms. I scoot until my back is against the headboard. Her nipples are hard peaks through the thin cotton of the T-shirt she’s wearing, and I can’t resist tracing them with my thumb through the fabric.
“Oh,” she says, closing her eyes and tilting her head back.
“Tell me what you want, Blake.”
“I want to come.” Her cheeks turn a bright shade of pink, but she holds my gaze, not backing down from asking for what she wants. What she needs.
I grip her hips, push back and bring her forward again. She catches on quickly. Her hands dig into my shoulders as she closes her eyes and uses me to take what she needs.
It’s the hottest fucking sight I’ve ever seen, and I know I will never forget this moment as long as I live.
“O-Ollie,” she pants.
“I’m right here,” I assure her. I sit up, so that we’re chest to chest, as she continues to ride my cock over my sweats. I curse the material between us, but tonight, this is what she needs. I don’t care about my own needs.