Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Like he was in the truck earlier, giving me orders because it was important. And I have a hunch that this is important, too.
So, I quickly shed my clothes, tossing them into the hamper, and I’ve just turned around when Chase returns. He takes my hand, kisses it, and leads me into the bathroom off of his bedroom.
“I’d already planned on a shower,” he says with a grin. “And then I’m going to give you a massage. I don’t want your leg cramping up again after today’s hike.”
“Oh, that sounds really nice.”
He narrows his eyes just a little. “I don’t think you’ll describe it as nice when we’re finished. Come on, get in.”
The water is warm and feels great, washing away all the grime from being outside all day. We don’t find any ticks on each other, but we do a great job of checking for them, and once we’re clean, rinsed, and finished, Chase shuts off the water and leads me out of the shower.
He takes his time with a big, fluffy blue towel, paying close attention to make sure I’m dry, and when I’m about to walk to the bedroom, he stops me.
“Where are you going?”
“To the bedroom?”
“Nope. You’re not dry.”
“My hair can air dry.”
But he lifts that brow again, and I feel a little thrill zip up my spine.
“Okay, what’s next?”
He’s mostly dry now, and still fully naked and half-aroused as he takes my shoulders in his hands and kisses my forehead tenderly. Then he kisses my nose and finally my lips.
“Don’t worry about what’s next, Blondie. I’ve got this. Okay?”
I nod, and he searches my eyes for a moment, and he must like what he sees there because he leads me to the vanity where he plugs in my blow dryer and treats me to having my hair blown out. He brushes and systematically moves the tool around my head, piece by piece, drying my hair, and when he’s finished, he even reaches for my face moisturizer and dabs some onto his fingertips before working it into my skin.
I like the pampering. Having his hands on me, his eyes on me with gentle affection. And finally, he takes my hand in his, kisses it, and leads me out of the bathroom, shutting off the light as we go.
“Lie on the bed, face down,” he says as he reaches for some lotion, and I do as I’m told. Happily. Willingly.
Joyfully.
And I sigh in delight when those big, strong hands of his start at my shoulders, and he begins kneading my muscles.
“You have the best hands,” I say with a sigh. “Just the best.”
“I’m glad you think so because I like having them on you.”
I lose track of time, and likely my own name, as he works his way down my body, rubbing my muscles. When he gets to my leg, I let out a little moan.
“Does it still hurt?” he asks, pausing on my calf.
“A little, actually. And that was a long time ago, but I have had a few cramps since then.”
“You didn’t mention that to me.”
I shrug and turn my head so I can see him. “They weren’t as bad as that first time, and I can usually walk it out. I pissed off that muscle at some point. Oh, yeah, that feels good.”
He finishes both legs and my feet, and then he sets the lotion aside and leans over to kiss my cheek.
“Roll onto your back, sweetheart.”
Not feeling shy or hesitant in the least, I do as he requests, and I bite the tip of my finger as his gaze drifts up and down my body.
“You have a mark, right here.” His finger drifts over a scar on my upper thigh. “What happened?”
“I walked into the corner of a desk when I was seventeen because I was reading a book and not watching where I was going.”
“Jesus, you must have hit hard for it to scar.”
“I was in a hurry to answer the door.” I sigh when his fingers brush over the inside of my thighs.
“Why does it turn you on when I get stern?”
I think that over, frowning. “Because you’re taking control of the situation, and I can trust that you have what’s best for me in mind and that you can handle just about anything. I don’t have to handle it, and I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone in my life do that for me before. Not even my parents. So being with someone who can take the worry away from me? Yeah, that’s amazing.”
He doesn’t respond right away, at least not with words. He covers me, kissing my shoulders and neck, and he takes my hands in his and presses them over my head on the mattress as he nestles between my legs and gently pushes inside of me.
“I’ll never let anything happen to you,” he whispers against my lips. We both sigh when he’s seated fully, and then he starts to move, slowly at first, building us both up to a fervor that always seems to happen when we’re together. “I’m happy to take care of you, especially like this.”