Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 90164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Which will be gone momentarily.
Lazily, I drag my fingertips over her ribs and up to her breast, where her nipple comes to life and puckers for me.
Erin takes a deep breath, as if she’s starting to surface from sleep, and I kiss her lips gently.
“Mm,” she moans and leans in for more kisses. She drags her leg up the outside of my own and drapes it over my hip, opening herself up for me.
But I’m taking my time here. I want to steep myself in her.
She still hasn’t opened her eyes when I let my hand drift down between us, down her belly, and farther still, until I’m cupping her.
That wakes her up.
She tries to straddle me, but I shake my head and push her back onto the mattress.
“Lazy this morning,” I say, just barely brushing my fingertips over her folds. “There’s no hurry.”
She sighs and kisses my shoulder and then my neck. Her hand runs down my arm, and she links her fingers with mine in a sweet gesture that makes my heart stutter.
“You’re so sweet,” I whisper before kissing her lips once more, still keeping the tone light and lazy. I could do this with her all day.
But Erin is a little more impatient and scoots herself even closer to me, rubbing her core against my erection, and that’s all it takes for me to reach down and guide myself to her slick center.
With the slightest of thrusts, I push inside of her and cup her ass, drawing her tightly against me. We’re on our sides, facing each other, watching each other intimately in the dim light of dawn.
“Oh, Jesus,” she groans and bites her lip. “This angle.”
I can’t help but move just a little faster now, holding on to her ass as I push and pull, completely hypnotized by this woman and the way she makes every inch of me crave more while chasing a finish that I know will blow my mind.
Erin cups my cheek and kisses me long and slow, her tongue dancing against my own, and I feel the tightening, the adrenaline, and then there’s no stopping the orgasm from sweeping through me.
Her pussy is like a vise around me, contracting and milking me dry.
And when her eyes, still heavy-lidded from sleep, meet mine, she smiles slyly.
“Well, that was a good way to start the day.”
“I think it’s my new favorite,” I agree. “You should go back to sleep.”
“So should you.”
“I have to work for a little while. I like going, knowing that you’re burrowed in my bed, with the scent of what we just did hanging in the air.”
“God, you’re good at the dirty talk. It’s always the grumpy ones.”
I laugh and push her flat on her back, kissing the hell out of her again.
“I fucking love the way you look here, in my bed, in my room. Naked and still buzzing from having my cock inside of you.”
“Keep it up and you’ll be late for work,” she warns me.
“I’ll be back,” I promise her. “Just a few hours, and I’ll be back. And then we’re not leaving this bed for the rest of the day.”
“I’ll hold you to that.”
“I have news,” Chase says as he walks through the front door, as if he still lives here. “Where’s Erin?”
“I’m here,” she calls out from the kitchen. “Just getting the kids dinner.”
“Before we go in there,” I say to my brother, “is it good or bad news?”
“It’s great news,” he replies with a grin and walks into the kitchen.
It’s been a month since the kids went out of town with my parents. A month since my few days alone with Erin.
And it’s been damn peaceful.
No flowers sent, nothing that would make any of us think that the asshole stalker is around Bitterroot Valley anymore.
And that’s just the way I fucking like it.
“Hey, you guys,” I say to the kids. “How about I let you have your dinner in your bedroom, just this one time?”
“Does this mean that we don’t get to hear the news?” Holly asks with a frown. “Because I wanna know what it is.”
My daughter will make an excellent gossip when she’s an old woman.
“This is grown-up talk,” I tell her. “Go on up and play with your Barbies, okay?”
“Can we sit on your bed and watch TV?” Johnny asks.
“Yes, but please be careful with your drinks.” I suspect this is a bad idea, but I don’t want them to hear about Erin’s stalker. I don’t want them to be afraid.
“I’ll help them get settled,” Erin offers, loading up a tray with their plates, silverware, and drinks that she’s already put into tumblers.
She thinks of everything.
Johnny and Holly follow her up the stairs, talking a mile a minute as Chase walks to the sink and looks out the window, then turns back to me.