Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
And in a sense, he was.
He just didn’t know which direction the strongest gale winds were coming from.
Not yet.
Chapter Eighteen
Sig was tracing his index finger up and down the curve of a sleeping Chloe’s spine, marveling at the shape and softness of her, when room service arrived. Pierre yipped and—from the sound of it—rolled off the luggage cart on full alert, barking at the new arrival.
“Shit,” Sig grunted, grabbing a pillow off the bed to hold in front of his dick when he answered the door. On the way to get the delivery, he snapped up a couple of twenties from his wallet and hushed the dog, to no avail. “You’re going to get us thrown out, man,” he hissed. “Have some chill.”
Sig opened the door, pillow over his lap and clocked the pinched expression of the hotel employee. “I’m sorry, sir. Dogs are not allowed in this hotel—” Sig tucked the cash into the man’s jacket pocket. “Let’s keep this between us.”
“Dog? What dog?” said the delivery guy without missing a beat, then nodding at the room beyond. “May I come in and set up your meal?”
With Chloe lying naked on the bed? “No, thanks. I’ll take it from here.”
“I’d hand you the tray, but there’d be nothing to keep your pillow in place.”
“Right,” Sig said dryly. “Just set down the tray and I’ll slide it in.”
“You’ve got it.”
A few minutes later, Sig had fed Pierre a kid’s menu cheeseburger and arranged the table settings for him and Chloe, complete with covered plates, a beer for him, wine for her. He set aside the small, brown paper bag containing the item he’d requested, smiling to himself in anticipation of Chloe’s reaction to what was inside.
When he finally ventured into the dark bedroom of the suite to track down his pants and pull them on, leaving the button undone, Chloe rolled over onto her back and yawned, stretching her arms up over her head and pointing her toes in a combination of moves that he’d seen a few times before but that never failed to make his pulse play leapfrog. Although now, his body reacted with a lot less restraint than usual, his cock more than a little excited by the sight of his girl all naked and warm and inviting, thickening and pressing against his zipper. Wanting out. Wanting in.
Sex with Chloe . . . Jesus, he didn’t have the words for how fucking hot it had been. Hell, he’d known they were going to be compatible. That their chemistry was fire. It had been since day one. But she’d blown his goddamn mind tonight. Obliterated his expectations . . . and ruined him forever. All orgasms were not created equal—and he could attest to that now. The one he’d had inside of Chloe had been so painfully thorough and intense, his lower back and abs were still tingling and sore.
“Did I hear Pierre barking?” she murmured, blissfully unaware that he was obsessing over the smooth, wet clutch of her pussy.
“Oh. Yeah.” He cleared the gravel from his voice. “At the room service guy.”
“There’s food?” She sat straight up, tits swaying gorgeously.
Maybe they never had to leave this hotel room. Maybe they could live here forever and pretend the bullshit outside this room didn’t exist.
Instead of making that fanciful suggestion, he said, “There’s a surprise, too.”
Chloe paused in the act of scooting to the edge of the bed. “Better than food?”
“Depends on how you look at it, I guess.” He searched the floor for his shirt, hunkered down, and picked it up, before making his way over to Chloe, barely quelling the urge to drag her back down onto the mattress and kiss that beautiful mouth, get between her legs. “Here, you can wear this.” They maintained eye contact while she stuck her arms through the holes, Sig slowly engaging the buttons of the garment, pausing every so often to stroke his knuckles down her cheek. “So, it turns out, you’re an animal in bed, Chlo.”
Her jaw dropped on a startled laugh. “Is that a complaint?”
“A complaint? I came so hard, I’m temporarily blind in my left eye.”
“Stop it,” she gasped. “Wait, really?”
He reached out and felt her features with his fingertips. “Chloe, is that you?”
Sides shaking with amusement, she pressed against him, going up on her toes and nuzzling the crook of his neck, which had to be the best feeling in the world. “You were perfect,” she whispered beneath his ear. “The way you can be so rough while still thinking of me the whole time . . . it’s very you. I’d expect nothing less.” She trailed her fingertips down his pecs. “And for the record, I’ve never been like that before. I trust you. That’s the difference.” She kissed his shoulder. “You’re my Sig.”
“I need to do it again,” he said hoarsely, attempting to back Chloe toward the bed, already hating himself for buttoning her into his shirt. What the hell had he been thinking? “Need you again.”