Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 91937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
He stands in front of me, his big hand going to the side of my neck. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” I answer him, and it sounds like I’m panting.
“I was worried the adrenaline would leave you in the middle of the shower, and you’d freak out.” His eyes bore into mine, and all I can do is shake my head.
“Good, get into bed,” he urges, turning and walking to the side of the bed and flipping the covers over.
“This is your bed.” I’m finally able to find the words.
“Yeah.” He smirks at me, making different parts of me quiver. I should have really put my panties back on, but I wanted to wash them, and well, there wasn’t enough time for them to dry.
“I can go sleep with Wyatt.” I point at his door, and this time, he shakes his head.
“I just checked on him, and he’s sleeping,” he replies softly, and my heart melts that he was worried enough to check on him. “He’s had a scary night. Let him rest.”
“If I sleep in your bed, where will you sleep?” I ask, and this time, his grin turns into a smirk, followed by a sly smile.
“In my bed.” He doesn’t even skip a beat. “It’s a big bed.”
“I can see that,” I mumble as he leaves the side of the bed where he flipped the covers back and then walks to the other side, sliding into the bed.
“Get in bed, Harmony,” he orders, and my feet move before my head tells me to follow his directions. “Get in so I can turn the lights off and get some shut-eye.” I look over and see it’s just a little after one in the morning. I have to get up in three hours to bake. I’m just going to rest until he falls asleep, and then I’ll go sleep with Wyatt. Folding my knee under me while I get into the bed, I was wrong about this bed. It’s not like a cloud; it’s like heaven. It literally feels like you are being hugged as you sink into it, the soft sheets smooth against my legs. By the time I put my head on the pillow and look over, I see his back as he leans over to shut the light off.
He turns back into bed, but he doesn’t stay on his side; no, not Brady. Brady is in the middle of the bed, yanking me to him. “Good night, baby,” he says softly, with one hand under my pillow and the other on my stomach. I should just say good night and fall asleep where I am, but I want more. I turn in his arms.
Pressing my chest to his, I tuck my face into his neck and kiss him. “Good night, Brady.” His body locks, and I wonder if I’ve overstepped. “I’m sorry,” I mumble and turn to roll away from him when I’m stopped by his arms tightening around me.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he murmurs, and I look up at his face in the darkness, wishing the light was still on, so it’s the last thing I see before I fall asleep. Not that I need it. I’ve come to memorize everything that is Brady.
“I just,” I say, “you got stiff when I kissed your neck.”
“Yeah, you could say that.” He presses his hips into me, and I feel his hardness and groan.
“Harmony, baby.” His voice cracks. “I’m holding on by a string.”
“What if I want the string to break?” I ask, and the minute I do, I feel the covers move as I’m pushed to my back, my legs automatically opening for him. His arms go up beside my arms as his hands hold my head. “I want to feel something other than afraid.” My legs move back to hook over his hips. “I want you,” I admit, watching his eyes in the little light the moon is giving out from the three bay windows in the room.
“I want you.” His teeth clench together. “I want you more than I want my next breath, but the first time I get in there is not going to be a night that we remember with your ex in it,” he tells me. “When I fuck you, it’ll be the only thing that happens to you that night. It’ll be the only thing you remember from that night.”
My hand comes up, and my finger trails down his cheek. “Okay, Brady.”
“That said…” He bends his head and kisses me. His tongue comes out and slides on my lower lip. My tongue comes out to meet his. The minute his mouth covers mine, we both sigh. “I need to taste you,” he says, confusing me as if my tongue wasn’t just in his mouth. He trails his kisses to my neck and then one hand moves his shirt up and over my tits. My nipples ache with need as he bends his head and takes one in his mouth. My eyes want to stay open to watch him, but I can’t help when they close, and my back arches off the bed.