Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 153946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 770(@200wpm)___ 616(@250wpm)___ 513(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 770(@200wpm)___ 616(@250wpm)___ 513(@300wpm)
Her eyes narrowed but she licked her lips and fiddled with the hem of her thin shirt. She was thinking about it. “We’re both dirty, Wade. I did yoga and then spent the day in the sun. You were at work. We can’t just…” She fluttered her hand. “On Chick’s new bed.”
Despite her protests, she took another step backward until she was inside the bedroom. I followed.
“We can, and I like you dirty, Gus.”
Her eyes sparked with excitement. “Is this because of the movers? They weren’t really my type you know. The roofers a few weeks ago were way more interesting. Their calf muscles were insane.” As she said it, she whipped her shirt over her head and unhooked her bra, dropping it to the floor.
Jesus. “You like teasing me, don’t you?”
She’d just kicked off her shoes and unbuttoned her jeans when she turned her back on me.
“Hold that thought,” she said breathlessly, grabbing up the comforter and tossing it on the other side of the bed. “Sheets I can clean, but I don’t know if this is machine washa—”
I bent her over the side of the bed, my chest pressed against her back.
“Oh my god,” she gasped, grappling at the sheet with both hands.
“You know, the woman in your dirty book never thought about the chores she needed to do when her lodger got naked in front of her,” I grumbled against the back of her neck. “You didn’t even pretend to swoon.”
Her laugh was soft and seductive. “The fact that I’m willingly ripping off these covers and my clothes so you can take me here should be a pretty good indicator that I’m feeling swoony.”
Letting her go, I all but dived onto the bed and rolled to my back, lying sideways across the pillowtop mattress. I had to hand it to Chick—these were the softest damn sheets in the world. “No, it’s fine. I get it. You’ve tasted my forbidden fruit—what was it? Boss, babysitter, motor daddy?—and now you’re ready for the next new challenge.”
She pushed off the bed and stepped out of her jeans before climbing up beside me. “Actually, I haven’t had the chance to yet.”
“The chance to what?”
She lowered her head to kiss me. Soft and exploring. Nibbling and playful. I’d just slid my hands over her hips, ready to drag her over my lap, when she raised her head and sat back on her heels. “To taste your forbidden fruit.”
My cock hardened painfully, jerking against its cotton restraint. “That wasn’t exactly what I meant.”
“I’ve been thinking about it a lot,” she informed me, her hands leaving a trail of fire as they caressed my chest and stomach. Tracing the veins on my forearms and skipping my shorts to gently massage my thighs. Her exploratory touch was making it hard for me to breathe. My eyes couldn’t decide where to land—her flushed face, with its inquisitive blue eyes. Her amazing tits, hanging within tantalizing reach. Her busy hands as they explored me with surprising boldness. God, that felt good.
“You’re so strong everywhere,” she murmured. “You kept me from reciprocating for days before I finally wore you down, and ever since, you’ve still been giving me more than you take.”
“I don’t think that’s true.” But she could say anything right now and I might believe it. As long as she didn’t stop touching me.
“Agree to disagree.”
It might have been shock that had me lifting my hips when she tugged down my boxer shorts. “You don’t have to do this.”
Please do this.
“I know.” She tossed them aside and finally gripped my erection, staring down at it with undeniable hunger. “But I really, really want to. It’s your turn to say yes now, Wade.”
Aw hell. “Yes,” I said hoarsely. “Whatever you want.”
I slid a tensed arm under my head so I could watch her stroke me.
“You know nothing’s going to change between us tomorrow, apart from where we can have sex. As in, my bedroom or yours. I’m betting Chick will have a date or two of his own lined up before the week is out. He won’t need constant entertaining.”
Of course she’d figured it out. Why I’d felt the chest-thumping need to take her here. “I thought I said no talking about other men—” I grunted in pleasure when she made a little squeeze-and-twist motion with her hand. “I see your point.”
“Good. Because I don’t think we’re done with each other yet. I know I’m not.”
I didn’t mind hearing that at all.
“Fuck,” I growled when her full lips parted over the head and she took me in.
My mind went blank and every drop of blood above my waist went south so fast I saw fucking stars. This woman. This funny, adorable temptress of a woman was trying to suck all my brain cells and every last bit of willpower out through my cock with her mouth.