Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 96805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Hollis couldn’t help touching Ian’s cheek again. “Is that why you can’t sleep? There are three men trained in protection, enough weapons to ward off a zombie apocalypse—I didn’t have to know Rowe long to know that’s how he rolled—and three big-ass dogs. You’re probably the safest man in Kentucky.”
“No,” Ian said, voice low. “That’s not it. Insomnia isn’t a new problem for me. I haven’t slept through a night in longer than I can remember.”
Hollis could only imagine why and even as he tried, the hard and fast pounding of his heart hurt. He worked to hold back a shudder, but it came off as a shiver instead.
“There’s that look again,” Ian said, shifting on the couch to face him. Studying him. “I hate that you know about my past, Hollis. My friends, they treat me with kid gloves and I don’t want that from you.”
“What do you want from me?” Hollis was very aware of the heat that roughened his voice and he loved the way Ian’s brown eyes grew hooded as he stared back.
“Things that never include gloves. Just warm. Bare. Hands.”
Hollis lost the ability to speak for a moment. He opened his mouth, closed it, wondered if spontaneous combustion was a real thing. Warm. Ian wanted warm hands. He put his under his thighs. “Give them a minute because it’s fucking freezing down he—”
He broke off, holding his breath when Ian moved. He opened the blanket and straddled his lap. The possibility of forming actual words became a distant memory at that point as Hollis pulled his hands back out. Ian’s weight on his lap, the closeness of his body—he’d wanted the man for so long, it felt like Christmas had come early in one fucking hot instant. Hollis got a quick glimpse of Ian’s naked chest before the blanket closed around them both, cocooning them inside together. Ian was slim, but he was nicely toned. He wanted to put his hands all over him. Hollis held still as all his blood raced to his dick. All he could feel was Ian’s ass cradling his cock, his warmth seeping into Hollis in the confined space, his innate grace as he lithely moved into a comfortable position.
This. This was the near-mystic power Ian had over him. And he’d known it would be there from the moment he’d seen him. Hollis’s heart picked up as Ian pressed one hand to his chest and stroked across, then down, his fingers playing over the muscles in his abdomen. Ian brought his hand back up, let go of the blanket, and clutched both of Hollis’s shoulders as he slid his crotch harder over Hollis’s dick.
“Warming up now?” Ian whispered, lifting an eyebrow.
Hollis couldn’t stop the groan that escaped his throat. He’d wanted to take things slow with Ian, but the man scrambled his brain. Still, he already knew whatever they shared was going to be too important to hurry. He closed his eyes and tried to calm his rushing blood by taking several deep breaths.
Breaths that disappeared when Ian slanted his mouth over his. His lips were perfect, soft yet firm. Hollis opened for him, moaning over the slide of Ian’s tongue against his. Ian gripped the back of his neck, his hands warm, his lips silky and wet. Hollis gripped his hips, rubbing his thumbs over the sexy hipbones just over the loose waist of his sweats. The pants were so thin, Hollis could completely feel the warm crease of Ian’s ass cradling his dick. He had a small, tight butt, narrow hips, and the sexiest indentions under those hipbones. Hollis had never been with anyone this finely built, and he couldn’t stop touching all that smooth, satiny skin.
He was gonna lose his fucking mind.
The blanket fell and Hollis brought his hands up to frame the sides of Ian’s head, sliding his fingers into the soft hair Ian had let grow out on top. He loved the blond streaks, loved the way it sometimes flopped over one eye. Ian was so unbelievably sexy.
He deepened the kiss, stroking into Ian’s mouth in a way he’d give just about anything to be stroking inside Ian elsewhere. That thought, combined with the way Ian had begun to undulate made him see stars. He pulled back, gasping air into his lungs and stared at the gorgeous creature on his lap.
“Gotta slow down,” he panted. “It’s been…awhile and I’m about to embarrass myself.”
Ian nuzzled his jaw, dropping kisses down his neck. His hands stroked down Hollis’s chest to his abs. “Your body is insane; I want to touch you everywhere. So big. And you smell so damn good.” He tucked his nose into the groove where Hollis’s shoulder met his neck and took a long, sexy sniff.
“Fuck,” Hollis groaned.
“Are you telling me this is going to get you off?” Ian narrowed his eyes, his face flushed with lust. He slowly rolled his hips, the movement graceful and sinuous as hell. “Just this?”