Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 106300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
But I was so much more than hot.
“Fuck,” I whispered as I reached my hand down my body. I forced my eyes open so I could both feel and see what Oz was doing to me.
Then maybe I’d allow myself to accept it was real. That I was really in his bed with his gorgeous mouth wrapped around my shaft.
“Oz,” I breathed. He let his mouth slide up my cock before releasing it and settling his head on my thigh, his plump lips just a breath away from my aching erection.
“Sorry, couldn’t wait… you sleep like the dead,” he said with a whimsical smile. His fingers coasted up and down my weeping dick as he watched me.
He didn’t speak.
He just watched me.
I wanted to know what he was thinking, but was too afraid to ask. Somehow things had become way more intense than I’d intended. My goal the night before had been to spend just a few more hours in his presence to make sure he was really okay while I worked up the courage to leave like I’d planned on doing before he’d gotten lost in the woods. But I’d been lying to myself to think it would really be that simple.
The truth was that I didn’t want to leave, and I was looking for any excuse not to.
When he’d asked me to go back to bed with him, I’d told myself I’d stay long enough for him to fall asleep. After he’d drifted off and I’d held him in my arms, I’d tried to sell myself on the lie that I hadn’t wanted to risk waking him up by getting out of bed. In the early pre-dawn hours when Oz had stirred against me and whispered my name in his sleep, I’d told myself that I just needed him one more time before I said my goodbyes. He hadn’t even protested in the least when I’d kissed him awake. By the time I’d slid into his perfect body, I’d stopped trying to lie to myself.
Nothing about leaving him would be easy.
I slid my fingers through Oz’s hair as he stayed where he was and held my gaze for the longest time. I’d been with plenty of guys throughout my younger years, but even the ones who I’d considered more than just one-night stands hadn’t been able to speak to me like Oz could.
Without speaking at all.
“Come here,” I finally said.
Demanded, actually. Something about Oz brought out my inner caveman, but fortunately, he didn’t seem to mind.
He crawled up my body. He settled on top of me and crossed his arms over my chest. “Morning,” he said with a little grin that did ridiculous things to my belly.
“Morning, beautiful,” I responded as I let my finger trail along his forehead, down his cheek, over his lips. He really was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, but so little of it had to do with the physical perfection of his face and body. It wasn’t the gorgeous blue of his eyes that drew me in, but rather the light and laughter I saw there. His perfectly symmetrical features were just fine, but it was the way his brow drew up just a bit when he was lost in thought that made me want to comfort him. His plump lips were a gay man’s wet dream, but as stunning as they looked wrapped around my dick, I couldn’t get enough of the way he’d chew on his lower one when he was trying not to say what was on his mind. And as perfect as his lips were, the way he kissed was all him–that came from the inside… like so many of the things about him that drew me in and refused to let go.
“Morning,” he practically purred. “I have some good news and I have some bad news. Which do you want first?”
“The bad,” I said with a grin, because it was pretty much impossible to be anything but happy in this moment where he was draped across my body like he belonged there.
“Boo ate the rest of our sandwiches last night.”
“Okay, why is that bad news?” I asked. “I can make you more.”
Oz leaned up to kiss me. “I’m holding you to that,” he said. “But that’s not the bad news… the bad news is that my dog is lactose intolerant. I don’t know if that’s actually a real thing with dogs, but if it isn’t yet, Boo is proof it should be.”
As if on cue, I heard a loud fart, followed by an ungodly smell. I glanced over to see Boo watching me from the floor next to the bed. Her expression seemed to say, You got something you wanna say to me, buddy?
Since I wasn’t about to pick a fight with the seven-pound beast from hell, I said, “Okay, what’s the good news?”