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)
“Let me grab some clothes, then I’ll be out of your way.” The last thing I want is for Clay to put clothes on or leave, but what more can I say to convince him to sleep with me?
“Clay.” My voice cracks on a whimper. I watch his slow gait as he moves to what I now know is the closet, wishing so badly he would abandon his destination and look at me again. The only good about him walking away is that I’m able to continue taking in everything that is one very fine cowboy. His back competes with the front, it’s so muscular, and he’s got a tapered waist with two dimples on his lower back. If I were in the comfort of my own room, I know exactly what I’d do.
My hands are already moving. Trying to keep them away from my breasts and center is taking a considerable amount of effort. Wetness pools between my legs, and my thighs tighten, trying to keep from rubbing them together, but nothing is helping. The pulse only heightens when he opens the closet door. Clay’s movements only make me want him more. His muscles tighten, contracting before relaxing, and as he steps inside the closet, he does the last thing I ever thought he’d do.
He drops the towel.
“Dear God.” The words escape me as I see Clay’s bare ass.
“Like what you see, Clementine?” My eyes move from where they’re glued to his backside to where Clay’s head is turned over his shoulder. A cat-ate-the-canary smile appears on his face.
“Maybe. I’m not sure.” He arches his eyebrow at me, licking his lower lip at my response.
“And what do you need to be surer?” I pull the covers back, attempting to get out of bed. “Stay there, sweetheart. I can’t be trusted, not with me naked. Not with you in my bed, your clothes doing little to hide your lithe body from me.” His voice comes out thickly, gravely, and now I’m wondering what I can do to change his mind. He returns to his task after dropping that little bombshell, covering himself, and I’m left with my mouth hanging open. Mainly because I saw a small glimpse of what he has to work with. There’s no way a man can be that big, can he?
“Clay, you are sleeping with me tonight, right?” I ask once he’s done pulling on a pair of tight boxer briefs that molds perfectly to his sculpted ass.
“Sleep, yeah. Anything else, not tonight. As much as we both want it, you’re going to be sore, and no way am I gonna last long enough for you to get yours before I get mine,” he states as he walks toward me, the shorts he’s wearing doing nothing to hide exactly what I do to him. A fact I’m well aware of when I see the full package from the front.
“Fine, if you insist.” I fall back on my pillow. Clay moves Jasmine to the foot of the bed before climbing in beside me.
“I do. You gonna lie on your side of the bed, or you gonna move your sweet ass next to me?” He slides his arm beneath my neck, pulling me closer without waiting for my answer.
“Next to you, obviously,” I say with a small laugh. His lips touch the crown of my head before he hits the lamp on his side of the bed. When I noticed Clay turning the light off in the bathroom, I did some quick thinking and turned on the lamp so he wouldn’t be lost in the dark.
“Right where you’re meant to be,” he croons. His warm body cocoons me, and even though this is fast, faster than anything I’ve ever done or felt before, I’m going to jump in headfirst. My arm wraps around his stomach, and my leg hitches over his thigh, causing Clay to let out a hiss under his breath. I settle in, he does the same, and the last thing I remember is Nala’s nails clicking on the hardwood floor before feeling the depression from her weight on the bed. It’s clear sleeping with Clay means sleeping with his animals, and I’m finding I like that a whole lot.
CHAPTER 10
Clay
Irub my hand down my face. Last night about took me out. Clementine sleeping beside me is one thing. Having her practically on top of me, that’s a different story. Her tits were pressed to my chest, and the heat between her legs and the small movements had her pretty much grind her hips into me. Sleep didn’t find me. An hour here or there was all I could handle. As much as I want Clementine, I want her awake and coherent. Preferably without her hurting much after an accident, not that she received any injuries. Still, everyone knows once the dust settles, there are always lingering aches and pains.