Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 107077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
I wash the pills down with the coffee and take another bite of the pastry. Melted chocolate oozes from within the center. With a tilt of my head, I refocus my attention on Asher. It’s almost shocking that he could be so thoughtful. The more time we spend together, the more his behavior surprises me. It makes me realize how much I judged the guy before actually getting to know him.
“Thanks for everything.”
He shrugs as if taking care of me in my inebriated state wasn’t a big deal. “No problem.”
This time, when his gaze dips to my chest, I don’t care that the blankets have fallen to my waist, and he gets an eyeful.
“Why were you up so early?” I ask before taking another bite.
“I wanted to get a run in, and then I grabbed you something to eat. I figured it might help with the hangover.”
“No one’s ever brought me breakfast in bed.” Something softens inside me that he went to all this effort. “I could definitely get used to it.”
That comment prods him into movement. When he swallows up the distance that separates us, I raise my chin to hold his steady gaze.
“If you’d like to spend every night in my bed, that can be arranged.”
His voice dips, becoming more of a rumble that strums something deep inside me.
Every muscle freezes as the air shifts in the room, becoming more explosive as tension ratchets up. A shiver slides through me as arousal bursts to life deep within my core. That’s all it takes for my headache to melt into the background as our gazes stay locked.
In all my twenty-two years, I’ve never experienced attraction like this. As foolish as it sounds, it makes me curious to explore it further. There’s something sexy about being practically naked in Asher’s bed as he stares down at me with desire heating his bright blue depths.
My pulse picks up tempo as I remain still, trapped within his gaze.
When his face lowers, I realize he’s giving me time to make a decision. I can slap my palms against his chest and shut down what’s about to unfold, or I can lose myself in it. Stopping him—or this—is the last thing on my mind. More than anything, I want to feel the firm pressure of his lips roving over mine, dragging me to fathomless depths where thinking becomes an impossibility. That’s exactly the kind of drugging effect his kisses are capable of. They make me forget, transporting me to a place where only pleasure exists.
When I tip my face to his, satisfaction floods his expression.
“Are you sure?” he asks.
“Yes.” That one syllable comes out surprisingly breathless.
His mouth slants across mine as his hands settle on each side of the headboard, caging me in with all those sculpted muscles. The outside world melts away until it’s only the two of us. Just like when we were in his truck, his lips brush across mine. They sweep back and forth until I’m opening, desperate for the feel of his tongue to tangle with my own. He torments me until a groan works its way up from my chest.
“You seem frustrated,” he whispers. “Is there a problem?”
“I want you to kiss me properly.”
“Properly?” Humor and arousal spark to life in his eyes. “Isn’t that what I’m doing?”
“No, you’re teasing. There’s a difference.”
His lips tremble around the corners. “But I like teasing you.”
When a growl escapes from me, his tongue delves inside my mouth to play with my own. That’s all it takes for every thought to leak out of my ears. He doesn’t rush a single second or change the speed of how the moment unfolds. The urge to twine my arms around his neck and pull him close thrums through me, but the croissant and coffee are still in my hands, making that impossible. The way he licks at the inside of my mouth has need exploding within me and dampens my panties.
He pulls back just enough for our gazes to lock. “Is that more like what you had in mind?”
Before I can jumpstart my brain and come up with a response, he snatches the drink from one hand before setting it on the nightstand. Then he grabs the half-eaten pastry and swipes one thick digit through the center of it, coming away with a dollop of chocolate. I stare with interest as he sweeps the same finger across one hard-tipped nipple before repeating the maneuver on the other side.
Air gets clogged in my lungs as he leans down and licks the stiff little bud before sucking it deep inside his mouth. A moan slips free as my back bows in pleasure. My fingers tunnel through his thick blond strands, attempting to lock him in place as sensation explodes throughout my body like a brightly colored firework.