Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
I swallow the lump in my throat. What I wouldn’t give for one night.
How would she taste . . .
A wave of arousal washes over me, and I close my eyes to try and will it away . . . just like I’ve done a million times before.
No matter what, I can’t let it win.
Nothing good will ever come from me acting on this stupid, childish crush.
All it would achieve would be to push her away.
I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling. Her regulated breathing sounds through the room as I fight every primal urge to slide under the covers, spread her legs, and taste her.
Bury myself so deep inside her body that . . . my cock throbs at the thought.
Fuck . . . stop it.
I point the remote toward the television. I hope she wakes up. It’s actually a good thing if she goes upstairs to bed.
She’s not safe here with me, and maybe she’s right—maybe I’m just craving a connection with one woman. Maybe it’s not her at all; maybe I’m just . . . I don’t know, maybe I am ready to have a relationship of my own.
With one woman.
She rolls over in her sleep and snuggles into my chest. Her head rests on my arm, her top leg leaning over mine. The warmth from her body begins to liquefy mine.
Fuck . . .
I put my lips to her forehead as I hold her. She’s warm and sensual and feels perfect in my arms. Like a luxury that I could never afford.
With my lips resting against her skin, I close my eyes and pretend that she’s mine.
Rebecca
Bzzz, bzzz, bzzz . . .
A quiet vibration breaks the silence.
Bzzz, bzzz, bzzz.
I feel movement as Blake reaches over and turns off his alarm.
Hmm. I smile with my eyes closed. What a great night’s sleep. I’m warm and toasty and . . . I relax and doze some more.
“Mind removing your knee from my balls?” a husky voice asks. “They’re sitting in my neck.”
Huh?
My eyes spring open as I realize I’m sprawled all over Blake. My head is on his chest, and my top leg is over the top of his. I scramble back from him. “Sorry,” I stammer, embarrassed. “I was asleep.” I look around as I try and get my bearings. “We must have fallen asleep last night.”
“Hmm,” Blake grumbles with his eyes still closed. He raises his arm to wipe his face, and it’s then that I see he’s no longer wearing his T-shirt. His biceps are bulging with muscle, and his broad chest is on display.
My eyes linger over his muscles . . . damn.
Suddenly this feels too intimate, too . . . in my space. “Well, aren’t you going?” I snap impatiently. “Why set your alarm if you’re not getting out of bed?”
“I have to walk the fucking dog.” He sits up on his elbow and looks around. “Where is the mutt, anyway?”
“What?”
“Where’s Barry?”
I sit up and look around. There’s no sign of him. “Um . . . that’s weird.”
Blake gets out of bed, and I’m hit in the face with his huge erection tenting his boxer shorts. “Blake?” I snap.
“It’s morning,” he growls. “I can’t help it. If you don’t like it, then stop looking.”
I flop down onto my back and put my hands over my eyes. “Of course I don’t like it.” I fake disgust.
That’s some big tentage action.
Jeez . . .
Unable to help it, I glance back. That’s not a two-man, no sirree—that’s a family tent . . . maybe even a gazebo.
He could really do some damage . . . yeesh.
The mind boggles.
Blake stands at the end of the bed as he looks around. “Barry,” he calls.
Silence . . .
I sit up too. “Barry,” I call. He barks from upstairs. “Come down here for walkies.”
He barks again in excitement, and I can hear his tail hitting the wall as he wags it.
I drag myself out of bed and walk into the bathroom as I hear Barry clomping down the stairs.
“Oh shit . . . ,” I hear Blake say. “What did you do?”
Huh?
I try to hurry up.
“What happened?” I call.
“We’ve got a problem out here.” I hear Blake walking up the stairs. “What the fuck?” he yells. “No, Barry. No. Oh my fuck . . .” I hear Barry happily bouncing around, as if this is the best game of all time.
“What happened?” I call.
Silence . . .
“What happened?” I call louder.
For fuck’s sake, can someone answer me already? I quickly finish and wash my hands; I open the door to see Barry standing there, looking up at me all innocent-like.
Only he isn’t innocent at all. His snout is covered in all different kinds of bright colors . . . What? I frown as I lean down to look closer at him. “Lipstick!” I cry. I take the stairs two at a time and notice red smears on the carpet on every step. “Oh my god.”