Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Every few minutes, his brain tried to interrupt the peace with a battery of reasons why this was a terrible idea—her age, past trauma, his own emotional baggage and difficulty trusting, not to mention the random man who’d sought her out yesterday. So many reasons this was doomed to be an epic disaster.
Luckily, there wasn’t enough blood in his skull to give the thoughts their usual power against him. He didn’t indulge them, choosing to enjoy Kelsie sleeping in his arms, even if this would ultimately end in disaster.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
WARMTH AND AN intoxicating feeling of safety had Kelsie smiling before she fully woke up. When had she felt this good? This secure? Usually, her brain kicked in, and the stress started before her eyes opened. This morning, however, she didn’t have a lick of fear or anxiety.
It could all be attributed to the sexy, bare-chested man sleeping beneath her cheek.
Man?
Her eyes flew open. She cringed as the morning light assaulted her retinas. The previous night’s activities came rushing back in a heady bombardment of heated memories. Ty’s passionate kisses. His hands on her, in her. God, it had been so good. She’d come within minutes, and it had left her relaxed and exhausted enough to climb into his bed and let him spoon her to slumber.
What an epic orgasm it had been. The kind that shook her entire body and warped her mind. Ty had been perfect, letting her have control while also playing her body like a maestro with his favorite instrument.
She wanted more. More of all of it—the way he looked at her, the taste of his lips, the feel of his work-roughened hands. A shiver raced up her spine. Yeah, she wanted more, and she wanted it now. Her sex throbbed as she relived every second of Ty touching her. Her breathing increased, and she squirmed against him as need built.
Kelsie lifted her head from his muscular chest, propping herself on her elbow so she could watch him. He slept on, chest rising and falling in an even rhythm. His cheeks were dark with stubble she wanted to rub against like a contented cat. One arm lay bent, resting his hand on the pillow near his heart. The other stretched out to her side of the bed where she’d been lying on it seconds ago.
The crisp white sheet pooled around his waist, giving her an eyeful of his rolling abs. The man was well into his forties and had the body of a twenty-something who spent his days in the gym. Working a physical job and changing heavy tires all day kept him in tip-top shape.
She rubbed her tongue back and forth across the roof of her mouth as the urge to drag it up and down his abs hit hard. Her breath hitched. It’d be hot, waking him with her mouth.
She fanned herself. It was already hot. Maybe he’d forgotten to turn on the AC last night, or maybe her little fantasy was revving her up.
Should she do it? Could she do it? Would he want her to, or would she be molesting him in his sleep?
Have at me whenever you’re ready. I’ll never turn you down.
He’d said those words last night. Would he feel different in the light of day? Now that morning had come, would regret take over and send him running again?
God, she hoped not.
This could be her only chance to touch him before reality ruined her fantasy.
Or he could love it, roll her over, and give her another of those stellar climaxes.
She shivered. Decision made. Kelsie slowly rose to her knees, careful not to jostle him awake. He shifted his hips a fraction, and she held her breath as her pulse hammered in her ears. Within seconds, he’d settled right back into stillness.
The man was stunning, built with such a powerful body. The fact that he could have hurt her with so little effort but had only used his size and strength to protect or bring pleasure made her squirm with renewed need. Kelsie exhaled a long, slow breath that wafted across his bare stomach. He grunted, and visible goose bumps erupted across his skin, making her salivate.
Grinning, she bent down and licked a stripe from his belly button straight up the ridges of his abdominals. His clean, fresh flavor made her dizzy with lust as her tongue bumped over his muscles.
Ty made a noise and rolled his head to the side.
She did it again and again. His breathing increased with each pass of her tongue. God, he tasted so damn good. His sleepy noises of enjoyment emboldened her. She drew the sheet further down his body and stared at the impressive bulge behind his charcoal gray boxer briefs. She wanted him with a fierce passion. She wanted him in her mouth, groaning and begging for release. If he was going to descend into regret and walk away from her again, at least she could give him something to remember.