Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 116708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
There was an undeniable heat between us, but a lot had happened that night, and by the time I guided him upstairs to my bed, it was well past three in the morning. Being that it was his first night away from his house in so many years, I feared he wouldn’t sleep at all. But as he casually stripped down to his boxer briefs, slid into bed behind me, and held me tight, his whole strong body relaxed. He fell asleep so fast I wondered when he’d last had a good night’s rest.
And eight hours later, when my lids fluttered open past eleven a.m. for the first time in my adult life, I wondered the same about myself. Though, as I unfurled and patted around the bed finding it cold and empty, I came awake with a jolt of adrenaline.
“Truett!” I shouted, flying out of bed.
I hadn’t bothered so much as smoothing down my sleep-mussed hair before racing down the stairs. When I rounded the corner, I caught sight of him fully dressed but barefoot, stomping my way, a protective concern contorting his face.
“What’s wrong?” he ground out.
I slowed to a stop because he clearly was not going to and I feared injury if we collided at that speed.
His hands landed on my hips and he pulled me against his chest, his worried eyes scanning my face. “Are you okay?”
“Are you?” I shot back, my heart finally slowing.
“Yeah? Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I don’t know. I woke up and you weren’t there, so I panicked.”
He grinned. “Babe. I have an internal alarm clock that, whether I get ten minutes of sleep or ten hours, I’m still up by seven. After I watched you sleep for a few hours, I came down here so I didn’t bother you.”
I crinkled my nose. I didn’t remember so much as rolling over that night, much less if I’d drooled all over his shoulder. “You watched me sleep?”
“Yep.” He gave my hips a squeeze.
“For hours? Plural?”
His grin stretched. “Yep.”
“Wonderful,” I mumbled.
He playfully swayed me in his arms. “It was. So fucking wonderful. I wasn’t sure if it was a dream or not. Well, until you aimed that morning dragon breath at me.”
I immediately slapped a hand over my mouth and spoke behind it. “Shut up.”
He threw his head back and laughed so hard his shoulders shook. It was such a rare sight of beauty that I smiled up at him, so lovestruck that silly cartoon hearts probably floated from my eyes.
When he looked down at me, his laughter trailed off, but his smile never wavered. “I’m kidding. You were so damn gorgeous. I had to get out of there before I made a move I wasn’t sure you’d be okay with.”
There wasn’t a move Truett West had that I wasn’t okay with, especially not as I felt his cock thicken between us.
Morning breath be damned, I looped my arms around his neck. “Oh, yeah, and what was that?”
He answered by sliding his hand over the curve of my ass. My little blue nighty did little to cover me. I might have frantically dug it out of the back of my closet as we’d prepared for bed for exactly that reason.
Maybe.
Possibly.
Definitely.
His eyes heated as his fingers lingered, dipping beneath my panties to palm my ass. “How ya feeling today?” he asked.
Breathless, I replied, “Good.”
“You still feel like giving me a chance?”
Boldly reaching between us, I slid my hand up his length. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t give you, True.”
He let out a growl, and then covered my mouth with his. As our tongues dueled for control, his deft fingers swept between my legs.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” he rumbled into my mouth. “Here or upstairs?”
I fisted the front of his shirt, trying to keep my balance as he skillfully found my clit. “True.”
“Here or upstairs?” he repeated with such a gentle dominance it sent a chill down my spine.
God, this man. Nobody had ever been able to light me on fire like him. Desperate for more, I took a step to the side, opening my legs to allow him more room to play.
“I’ll take that to mean here.”
Ravaging my mouth, he blindly guided me to the couch. It was only a few feet, but with furious hands and desperate need, we’d stripped each other naked before I felt the cushions hit the back of my knees.
Nipping at my bottom lip, he plucked my nipple, sending sparks to my core. “I’ve been thinking about you like this all damn morning. So fucking sexy. All fucking mine.”
“Yours,” I agreed, a promise and a vow that sent a second wave of heat through me. “All yours.”
“Sit down, baby.” His intense gaze swept over my body, appreciation for what he was seeing evident in the low growl that slipped through his lips. “Last time I didn’t have the control to take it slow, but today, I want to watch. It’s been too long since I’ve seen your face when you come on my fingers, even if it was on the back of my eyelids every time I gripped my cock.”