Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
“Sure, I can do that,” I croaked. Taking a deep, calming breath, I led him to Wrenley’s bedroom, right next door to mine. My gaze slid toward the king-sized bed centered against the wall shared with my room. When we moved into the apartment, my best friend and I had joked about how we could talk through that wall when we were feeling too lazy to get out of bed.
Although we had placed mine in a similar position, we’d never actually tested our theory about how easy it would be to hold a conversation from our rooms. But now that I knew I’d be sharing that wall with Clay, I couldn’t stop thinking about what I might be able to hear. Would he make sounds while he was sleeping? Or doing…other things that men might do to release tension when they were alone in bed?
All I did was stand and watch Clay as he brought his stuff in from the hallway, but my cheeks were bright red by the time he was done. Not from exertion. It was purely hormonal. And my reaction only intensified when he turned to me and said, “There, all finished.”
His words held no sexual innuendo, but that didn’t stop my overactive imagination—something I’d never struggled with until meeting Clay, a man who was almost a decade older than me—from picturing him finishing me off…in a very sexual way. “Um, did you want me to, um…show you the rest of the place?”
With twelve hundred square feet, the apartment was big by New York City standards, where the average size was under nine hundred. But the space felt a whole lot smaller with Clay in it. There was something larger than life about him. Or at least my attraction to him felt huge, which was alarming since we’d only met five minutes ago.
“That would be great.”
I turned away, and he settled his hand against my lower back. A shiver raced up my spine as his palm slid against me, unlike anything I had ever felt before. I wanted to lean into his touch, but I forced myself to move forward. He followed closely behind as I walked across the hall and nudged the door midway between our rooms open.
“This is the bathroom.” I glanced over my shoulder and flashed him a weak smile. “Sorry, but there’s only one, so we’ll have to share.”
He crowded against my back to peer over my head. “No worries. It looks big enough for us both.”
I assumed he was talking about us using the space at different times, but my brain went straight to us taking a shower together. With hot water beating down on our naked bodies as we writhed against each other.
Biting my bottom lip to hold back a moan, I barely resisted the urge to fan myself with my hand before I turned toward Clay. “It’ll probably be easier to share with you since I’m sure you have way less toiletries than Wrenley. I’ll pack up her stuff so it isn’t in our way.”
“If you box it all up, I’ll haul everything to the stadium for my next workout so Jordan can take it home,” he offered.
“Thanks,” I murmured, stepping farther into the hall and pointing over my shoulder. “That’s my room.”
He moved past me to open my door and peek inside. His eyes were simmering when he turned back to me and murmured, “You must really like pillows.”
The heat in my cheeks deepened to the point where they felt as though they were on fire. Most of my pillows were just decorative, and I tossed them onto the floor when I went to sleep. But I kept plenty of them in bed with me, and my libido amped up even higher at the thought of me throwing all of them with the others to make room for Clay’s big body.
“Yeah, I guess you could say that.” I shrugged. “They’re cozy to cuddle up against.”
He cast a final, lingering glance into my room before nodding. “You’re a cuddler. Good to know.”
Since I wasn’t about to admit that I’d never had the chance to discover if I liked to spoon with a guy, I scurried into the living room. I felt the warmth of Clay’s body as he followed close behind me. “We didn’t bother with a cable package, but there are lots of streaming options. You’re welcome to use the television whenever you’d like.”
“Do you mind if I add my MLB streaming channel so that I can catch baseball games?” he asked.
“Go right ahead.” I tilted my head to the side. “You’re into baseball, too?”
He winked at me, sending butterflies swirling in my belly. “I’m a guy. I can happily watch just about any sport.”
“Even ultimate Frisbee?” I teased, thinking about the sport a contestant on a reality show I liked had mentioned a month ago.