Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“That’s cool.” Bain holds up a lacy black bra. “You were wearing this Tuesday night.”
Laughing, I shake my head. “Good memory.”
“Hard to forget you in black lace,” he mutters, and my tummy flutters over the awe in his voice. He folds it and sets it on the pile. “When are we going grocery shopping? And what are we making for dinner?”
I pause folding a pair of jeans, tipping my head slightly. “Is this becoming an all-day thing?”
“And an all-night thing,” he clarifies. “Maybe we should have pasta tonight so we can get good carb energy.”
I choke I laugh so hard, shaking my head. “Wow, things changed fast.”
“But we’re not dating,” he reminds me in a stern voice.
“No, of course not,” I mimic very seriously. “Not dating at all.”
Bain’s hand shoots out and grabs my wrist. He tugs me to him and drops his other hand to my ass, which is still very bare under his T-shirt. His fingers lightly stroke one cheek. “We don’t have practice tomorrow since we’re getting ready to go on a seven-day road trip. What do you think of me hanging with you since it’s the weekend?”
“I thought you hockey pros either practiced, worked out or played a game seven days a week.”
“I mean… a typical week is three to four games, one to two practices and then off-ice training, so yeah… we’re pretty hard-core. But tomorrow we get recuperation time, and with the extended road trip, we’re all taking it easy.”
This I knew because Drake had told me he and Brienne were going to chill out with the kids. That left me two days to clean the house, read books and do whatever I wanted.
But now it seems I might get to have sex all weekend.
“We would need lots of carbs,” I muse, tapping my finger on my chin.
“And water,” Bain says with a grin. “We need to stay hydrated.”
“So if I’m hearing you correctly, we’ll stay here and have sex for the next two solid days?”
“I mean… I’ve heard of crazier things.”
I pretend to mull it over, eyes lifting to the ceiling as I hum low in my throat. When I bring my gaze back to his face, I shrug. “I suppose I’ve got nothing better to do.”
Bain moves so fast, I give a startled yip, but he has me in his arms and spins me around a few times. I’m dizzy as he lets me slide down his body, so very slowly. The friction as parts of me rub against parts of him is tantalizing, and when my feet hit the floor, something rumbles from Bain’s chest. A deep growl of need.
Suddenly, his T-shirt is gone and he has me spun around, facing the dining table. “Hands behind your back,” he orders as he snatches the black lace bra he’d been fingering a bit ago.
I comply and he uses it to bind me.
Chills break out all over my body because I have no clue what he’s going to do with me.
I can’t say it’s a disappointment when he turns me around and one large hand threads through my long hair. He grips tight at the back of my head. “Get on your knees for me, Kiera.”
I let him push me down, no fight or hesitation from me. My knees gently come to rest on the plush rug under the dining table and Bain frees his burgeoning erection from his briefs.
Tipping my head back, I look up at him. Naked desire flushes his face, but I also see something in his eyes that’s close to wonder as he watches my mouth open for him. I give him a long lick and he hisses. “Christ… you’re going to be the death of me.”
A slip of a smile breaks free but then is replaced by his cock in my mouth. Bain’s eyes close, his head lolls back and he groans as I suck him in deep.
♦
Fingers brush along my neck and my eyes pop open.
“You’re starting to drift off,” Bain says. “Want to go to bed?”
“Not really,” I say as I push onto my elbow. I’d been lying on the couch, my head on Bain’s thigh as we watched a movie.
Today has been a nonstop whirlwind of discovery with this man. From us barely speaking this week to him hanging with me all day and wanting to stay the rest of the weekend. Rousing sex, good conversation, excellent food. The only downside is the movie we chose is so boring, I can barely keep my eyes open.
“What do you want to do?” he asks as I twist my neck to look at him. He holds one hand out as if to ward me off. “But don’t say sex. I’ve had far too much today.”
I grin at him. “People like you and me… we can never have too much.”