Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 99379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
“Ty?”
Holy shit, I could see her blonde curls through the lace of the fabric. Fuck, I shouldn’t have looked. I. Should. Not. Have. Looked. When I’d walked in, I’d done the gentlemanly thing and kept my gaze away from anything below her waist. But now? Now it was right there, in my face.
The urge to push that lace to the side and lick her from stem to stern swept over me. It was almost an urge I couldn’t fight anymore.
“Ty!”
What would she taste like? I couldn’t even imagine. It would be sweet . . . it had to be. Kaylee cared deeply for people, and that made her sweet.
I swallowed hard, my mouth moving closer to her core. A magnetic pull that I wasn’t strong enough to fight.
“Ty Shaw, stop staring at my pussy and give me my pants!”
Oh, fuck. I snapped out of it and lifted her yoga pants.
“Shit, sorry. Sorry!” I said as I stumbled to a standing position. I buried my face in my hands and groaned.
“That groan could go either way, so I’m hoping my vagina doesn’t repulse you like my kissing did.”
I dropped my hands and looked directly into her eyes. Her words didn’t make any sense, and I wondered if I had heard her right. “What did you say?”
“Can we please leave the bathroom now?”
“Oh, yeah, sure. Sorry.”
I took a step back and let her walk out first.
“It doesn’t hurt too bad when I walk, but trying to sit down or stand up hurts like a bitch.”
My eyes focused on her ass. She had a great ass, even in the dark, and those yoga pants hugged it in all the right ways.
“That smells so good. I forgot I had this jam!”
Forcing myself to stop staring at her ass, I pulled out a chair at the dining room table. I was glad she had little cushions on them so she wouldn’t have to sit on the hard wood. “You okay sitting here, or should we go back into the living room, where it’s warmer?”
She shook her head. “No, this is good.”
She reached for my arm and slowly lowered herself into the chair. Once she was settled, I got the two bowls and placed them on the table, then put the bread down.
I sat opposite her and watched as she took her first bite. I had lit a few candles in the kitchen, so I had a better view of her than I had in the bathroom. Kaylee also had a few oil lanterns. One was in the kitchen, one in the living room, and those were lit too.
“Ty, oh my gosh, this is so good! Who would have thought you knew how to cook!” Her eyes closed, and she let out a moan as she pushed another spoonful of soup into her mouth.
Fuck me every which way to Sunday. At this rate, my cock was going to combust if she didn’t stop whimpering and moaning. I mean, it wasn’t like I hadn’t just seen her half-naked and had my face mere inches away from heaven.
“Are you having sex with it, Kaylee, or eating it?” Holy shit, that just slipped out. I just made a bad situation even tougher by bringing up S-E-X.
She looked at me, hurt in her eyes. I hadn’t meant for my words to come out so cold and harsh, but my still-hard cock was pissed with me for not taking care of him.
With eyes downcast, she focused back on the soup and took another bite, quietly eating, and I wanted to tell her I was sorry. But my pride and pent-up frustration wouldn’t allow it. So, I didn’t.
“So what’s with the bidet up in your bathroom? I saw it when I ran up there earlier,” I finally said, hoping to move on. The problem was, I kept picturing those panties, the smell of vanilla from her soap or maybe from some lotion she probably used. It made my damn head feel foggy and put me on edge.
With a shrug, she answered, “I wanted one, so I ordered it.”
“I can hook up the water for you once the sun comes up. I wasn’t sure where your tools were, and I already felt like a jerk looking around your place for candles.”
A small grin played at the corners of her mouth. “They’re in the laundry, under the sink. I’m still learning what is what, but I’m getting the hang of it.”
“Okay, I’ll take a look at it in the morning. It’s too cold up there right now, and obviously pitch black.”
“Honestly, I can take care of it. YouTube has been a lifesaver for me when I don’t know how to do something around here,” she said, still giving me a slight grin.
There was no sense in arguing about it with her. I’d just do it, and she’d have to deal with it.