Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“I made you something to eat.” When I see a tray in his hands I take a step back up the stairs.
“You cooked?” I raise an eyebrow at him.
“It’s getting cold.” He balances the tray on his hand as he opens my bedroom door. I bite my lip, debating if this is such a great idea, but my feet start moving without my permission.
“Is it edible?” I look down at the pancakes that actually look pretty good. In fact they look perfect. The bacon doesn't look as though it fared as well. I bite my lip to keep from laughing because he did try. It’s sweet and also very unlike him. “Did you poison it?”
“I think we both know I’m not trying to kill you.”
I peek up at him feeling a touch shy. My eyes go straight to his mouth and I wonder if he can still taste me there. I rode his face just a little bit ago and the thought makes my heart start to race. My nipples tighten and I want more but we can’t. Or we shouldn't.
“In.” He nods toward my room, and for once I do as he tells me. He follows me in, kicking the door shut behind us.
“I’m not sure this is a great idea.”
“Eating? I thought you always want to eat.” He smirks at me, actually smirks.
Someone could knock me over with a feather as I watch him set the tray down on my bed. He sits down next to it and pats the spot on the other side of tray.
“Come eat and make fun of my cooking. I know you want to.” My stomach lets out a loud growl and his smirk turns into a full-on grin. I sit down and he cuts off a piece of pancake as he brings it to my mouth. It’s warm and buttery and so damn sweet.
“I think you can cook,” I admit as he brings another bite to my mouth, then another.
I let him feed me, which is something that I shouldn't be doing, but it feels good being taken care of. I can’t remember the last time someone cared for me. I clear the plate as he feeds me bite by bite and he doesn't say a word as he does it.
When the plate is clear he picks up the tray and leaves me on the bed. He carries it over to the small table I have in here and sets it down. He turns around and leans up against it to stare at me for a long moment. Now I understand the look in his eyes. He’s not so much angry as he is hungry for something more. Part of it might still be frustration at his desire for me, but the way he’s looking at my body has me heating up.
“I’m not sure this is a great idea.” I repeat the same words from before. Every part of me is screaming this is a great idea and quite possibly the best one I’ve ever had.
He clears the space between us in two long strides. “Tell me to leave then.”
My mouth opens but no words of protest come out.
“I didn't think so.” I narrow my eyes at his cocky tone but before I can get a smartass remark out, his mouth comes down onto mine.
CHAPTER SEVEN
XANDER
“What are you doing?” she moans as my mouth moves down her neck and I push her back onto the bed.
“I don’t know, but I can’t stop.” Somehow this woman has possessed me into acting like I’m a sex-starved lunatic. She’s the magnet, I’m the metal and I have no choice but to follow her.
When I was younger I had my fun, but the past few years my brothers and I have been focused on work. I didn’t have time for women and I didn’t have the desire either. I knew when it was time to settle down, I would make the decision and logically weigh my options. But in came Lula and she turned all of my years of carefully constructed plans into dust with one look.
My hands move on her waist and I push her shirt up above her bra. The white lace underneath glows against her dark skin and I’m reminded of the torture of seeing her in a bikini.
“Fuck.” I don’t know what else to say as I look down on her curves and bare skin under me.
Sliding my hand behind her I unclasp her bra and pull it from her along with her shirt, leaving her topless. Her dark rose nipples are tight as I palm each breast, testing its weight.
“Maybe we should slow down?” Her words barely come out as I lower my mouth onto her nipple and suck on the tight bud. “Shit,” she hisses, spreading her legs and raising her hips under me.