Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
It startles me when that look in his eyes meets mine. It’s not like any look I’m used to.
Want and need mixing into one.
And it’s dangerous to get caught up in a look like that. I back up and fall on my ass. The woman stops for a second before Milo yanks her hair, making her move again. I hurry away toward the fire pit and fall asleep to the memory of the sound he made and the look in his eyes.
When I wake up, I’m lying in a bed—one that isn’t mine—and my head hurts. As I get up, I find Milo sleeping on the floor. I stumble, trying to avoid stepping on him and bang my knee against the bed. “Ouch.”
“Go back to sleep,” he mumbles.
“Why am I here? And where is here?” I ask, scanning my surroundings. The bed I was sleeping on was covered with white sheets and was so comfy. It’s like sleeping on a cloud. And why is it so clean?
“Oh God, will you shut it? My head hurts, and the floor is uncomfortable.”
“That sounds like a you problem,” I snark, reaching for the bed again and getting back in, pulling the sheet up to hold off the morning chill that hits my skin.
He grumbles something I don’t understand before he gets up, brings a pillow with him, and climbs in next to me. His stomach hits the bed, and his face smushes into the pillow.
“Fuck yes.”
“No,” I say, trying to push him. He needs to move, preferably out of bed. “I don’t want to share a bed with you.”
“Well, Pretty Lady, you either go back to sleep or try waking your deadbeat of a husband. And we both know he isn’t going to come get you anyway. You and I both had way too much to drink to drive.”
What time did I fall asleep?
Was the sun starting to rise when I passed out?
Gosh, my memory is bad.
“You’ve been asleep for two hours, and you will still have alcohol in your system, so go back to sleep and get rid of it,” Milo mumbles. I notice he’s wearing a white shirt and still has his black jeans on, but his vest has been discarded neatly on a cupboard.
“Stay on your side of the bed.” I reach for a pillow and put it between us, not caring if it’s his room or not. He doesn’t reply as I lie back down next to him. It isn’t long before I pass back out, with the smell of rich leather and ocean breeze surrounding me.
I’m hot. I’m pretty sure that’s what wakes me. At least, that’s what I’m telling myself. It’s definitely not the fact that I can feel him everywhere, and I’m too afraid to open my eyes to see the position we’re in.
I’m a married woman in bed with another man.
Not that it matters considering my husband is off with some other woman, nor the fact that I despise him, but still!
“You’re hot.” His voice echoes through me.
Snapping my eyes open, I try to move, but a pair of hands grab my hips, stopping me.
“I suggest you don’t wiggle.” It’s then I feel his hardness pressing against me. Lifting my head from his chest, I note a wet spot on his shirt. “You drool when you sleep.” I open my mouth to reply, and he shakes his head. “And your breath stinks.”
“Why did you move me?” I accuse, looking into his chocolate eyes.
One dark brow raises. “Me? No, Pretty Lady, you moved, I stayed still.”
“You went to sleep on your stomach,” I remind him, and he shakes his head.
“No, I did not. As soon as you started snoring, I turned over and fell asleep on my back. That was until your cute ass decided the best pillow on my bed was me.” When he says it, his brow rises as if to say, I dare you to argue with me.
“I wouldn’t have.” I know I move a lot in my sleep because my pillows and blankets are usually everywhere when I wake—but sleeping on him?
“Oh, you did. Next time, I’ll record it for proof.”
“There won’t be a next time.”
“So why are you still on me?” Milo licks his lips. I lift myself off him and almost fall off the bed, but he catches me, and my feet manage to land on the floor. “You can sleep on me anytime. You, my Pretty Lady, are comfy as all hell.”
He stretches, and his shirt lifts, baring a strip of his abdomen. It’s tanned, and he has lines indented on his lower stomach, showcasing a defined V.
“If you keep looking at me like that, I may eat you.” I step back and go straight to the door. “I’ll be here anytime you want me, Pretty Lady.” He flops back down and falls straight back to sleep before I can reach the door.