Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
It was the soft click of the dresser, somehow heard over the music and laughter still going on in the main area of the clubhouse, that startled me awake.
And there was Nave.
In nothing but a low-slung towel that was a bit too small for his frame. I watched as a bead of water slipped down from his hair, gliding down his back.
Did I have an urge to go over there and lick it?
Yes, yes, I did.
He noticed me first, wincing.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you. I just wanted to grab a shower and clothes before I head out.”
“Out?”
“Of the room,” he clarified. “To crash.”
I’d been wrong earlier.
About the moment passing.
Because here it was again.
“You don’t have to crash somewhere else.” I scooted back on the bed to make room for him.
“I’m not asking to—”
“You’re not asking. I’m offering.” I paused, shooting him a smile. “I see why you like that phrase so much now.”
A deep, rumbling laugh moved through him at that.
“You’re sure?”
I wasn’t sure the last time I’d been so certain of anything in my life.
I shifted up onto my knees and crept to the end of the bed. Reaching out, I grabbed his wrist and pulled him toward me.
And when he was close enough, my hands grew bold enough to slide down his sides, to grab the material of the towel, to pull it down until it pooled on the floor at his feet.
“I’m sure,” I said as he sucked in a surprised breath.
My hands flattened on his bare hips as his lifted to frame my face.
Then he was lowering his face toward mine.
The kiss stole the breath from my lungs, making a little shiver course through me.
My hands slipped upward, feeling the muscles in his stomach twitch and tense under my touch.
Nave’s lips slanted over mine, his tongue teasing the seam until mine sighed open, inviting him in.
He deepened the kiss as my arms went around his neck, pressing our chests together. With nothing but a thin tank top on, I could feel the heat of him against me, the hard lines against my soft curves.
Nave’s hand shifted to the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair.
Against him, my nipples twisted into tightened points of need that had a low rumble vibrating through him.
Against me, I could feel the thick, hard press of his need—as demanding as the clawing ache deep inside me.
One of my hands moved down, sliding over his ribs, then his hip, and, finally, between us, closing my hand around his length.
A groan escaped him, making him break the kiss. His forehead pressed to mine, his breathing going fast and shallow as my hand slid down him, reveling in his soft skin, in the way his hips bucked to drive himself deeper into my touch.
Emboldened by his reaction, I worked him faster, tip to base, teasing my finger across the head of him, grazing his balls, until his fingers were digging into my neck, until he was panting and rocking along with my hand.
For a few short moments, I forgot all about my own needs.
Nave, however, didn’t.
His hands slid downward, gathering the bottom of my shirt and dragging it upward until I was forced to release him to let him slip off my shirt.
He tossed it carelessly to the side as his heated gaze slipped from my face to take me in.
My skin warmed, and my heart swelled at the almost reverent look in his eyes.
His hand moved out, fingertips skimming over my breast for a moment before closing around it and squeezing. Then his other hand lifted as well, touching, teasing.
A soft moan escaped me, my head falling back, my chest pressing more against his touch.
Nave’s thumbs and forefingers sought my nipples, circling, pinching, and rolling.
My need was a constant, throbbing ache that had my moans turning into needy whimpers.
Nave’s hands slid down the slope of my back, then cupped my ass for a second before continuing down behind my legs, pulling until I was dropping down on my butt.
He pressed me flat on the mattress before reaching down for my waistband for my shorts and panties, then gently working them down and off.
Anticipation fluttered across my skin, rolling around in my belly.
Nave’s gaze held mine, his eyelids heavy with his own desire, as his fingers grazed the sides of my ankles, calves, knees. They shifted inward there, grabbing my kneecaps and slowly spreading my legs.
His hands slid up my thighs, sinking in at the tops, then pulling me closer to the edge of the bed.
Before I could even suck in a steadying breath, he was kneeling down, and his lips kissed up my inner thigh.
The second his lips met the core of me, my back arched off the mattress, and my knees clamped to the sides of his head as a deep, long moan escaped me.