Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“Calm down, girl. Gonna put her in bed.” Maybe telling Nala what the hell I’m doing will keep her calm. When I move closer, she backs away, realizing that I’m not going to harm Clementine. I’d rather rip my arm off than so much as lay a hand on her. Shit, the way she makes me feel, I already know letting her go is going to be near impossible.
I squat down and slide my hands beneath the covers, damning myself for not warming them up. Gloves seem like a bright idea until you’re trying to fat-finger a latch; then they piss you off more than help. Clementine shivers when the tips of my fingers graze her smooth skin. My cock thickens beneath my jeans, thinking about having her beneath me as I explore every soft curve of her body. A low moan leaves her mouth, further making me want to wake her up and see exactly what she’ll do when I get my hands on her.
“Clementine, sweetheart, I’m gonna put you in bed,” I tell her even though she’s yet to wake up as I lift her in my arms. The blanket drops, and I have to take a few deep breaths. I’m not sure what I thought she’d be wearing, but the white wife beater tank top without a bra wasn’t it. I pull her closer to my body and head toward the stairs. Her nipples pucker without the covers, and she turns into me. Goddamn, I may as well be granted sainthood right about now. Her loose boxer shorts aren’t doing a damn bit of good either, sliding lower on her hips. Not even a cold shower is going to help me tonight.
I take the steps upstairs as fast as I can without jostling her too much. We make it to the bedroom; the bed is unmade from when I flew out of here earlier. Not like I’ve ever made the thing a day in my life. What’s the point if you’re only going to get back into it?
“Clay?” she questions when I lay her down on the bed.
“Get some sleep, Clementine.” She isn’t Minnie to me. She’s Clementine through and through. All woman and full of seductive charm, and from the way she’s looking at me, she has not a damn clue what she’s doing to me.
“I’m not taking your bed,” she says on a stretch. Her shirt slides up her stomach, tits moving, which makes it hard to keep my attention on her face.
“Not a hardship giving it up for you, sweetheart.”
“Then get in bed with me. Surely, two adults can handle sleeping together for a night or two.” She settles into the pillow, pulling the blankets up her body. Thankfully tucking her lithe body back in so I can’t perv on her anymore.
“Gotta shower first, Clementine. Get some sleep.” I drop a kiss to her forehead. Her eyes close, and it looks like she’s starting to doze off. My gaze moves away from her, noticing Jasmine is cozied up on the bench at the foot of the bed. Right on top of the woman who’s sleeping in my bed’s bag. I’ve got a feeling all the animals on the ranch are going to be enraptured by this woman, exactly like I am.
CHAPTER 9
Minnie
Icome awake when a light shines brightly in my eyes. It takes me a moment to blink the sleep away. I’m pretty sure when I went to sleep, a couch was involved, yet now I’m in a bed, surrounded by Clay’s scent. His pillows, his sheets, and in his room. It all starts coming back to me. He carried me up the stairs, telling me to sleep in his bed, and I asked him to join me. I look to the side and see he’s not there. What is beside me is Jasmine. On top of the pillow, no less, sleeping blissfully without a care in the world. One thing is for sure: Clay’s animals are living their best life.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you up.” My gaze leaves Jasmines and slides to Clay’s. My breath leaves me, and I’m stunned silent. He’s standing in the doorway of the bathroom, the light pouring around him, but that’s not what has the air whooshing out of me. Nope, that would be him standing there in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair is wet and slicked back, jaw clenched, eyes darkening, and my core slickens with desire. I can feel my nipples tighten to hard peaks. There’s no hiding how Clay is making me feel, especially when I watch his nostrils flare.
“It’s okay.” I lick my lips and sit up in bed, not wanting to miss the full package that is Clay Garcia. When I talked to Lennon about love at first sight, I didn’t delve into lust at first sight. There are some things your older sister shouldn’t know, and that’s one of those. My eyes continue their path down every dip and divot of his body, shoulders that can hold the weight of the world broad enough to help me when he didn’t have to. I’m shocked to see his abs, counting them two at a time: two, four, six, and eight. Who freaking knew this was even a thing? I never did. Sure, my sister told me her fictional characters that are famous dukes from the regency era do, but those are in books. This is real freaking life, and I’m getting an up close and personal view.