Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 84446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
I knew I needed to look away, that it was wrong to watch him when he was doing something as mundane and private as undressing for bed.
But I couldn’t look away from his strong, scarred fingers as they moved up his stomach and chest, popping the buttons through the holes, and exposing a little sliver of tanned flesh as he went.
My belly tightened as, in one swift motion, he shucked off the shirt, bunched it up in his hands, then tossed it toward the hamper.
My pulse quickened as I shifted uncomfortably, the tingle of desire growing in my core as I watched.
Seeing the motion, or maybe just aware of my inspection, Renzo turned to fully face me, his handsome face unreadable, but his eyes seemed even darker than usual as his hands lifted.
My eyes were helpless but to follow the movement as they went to his waistband, then worked the button, then the zipper free.
My chest seemed to be rising and falling too quickly as his hands pushed the slacks down his legs, leaving him suddenly standing there in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs. They were doing nothing to hide the proof of his own growing desire.
A jolt of unease filled me, mingling with the desire, creating a confusing concoction, as I imagined the full length of him trying to fit inside me.
This was the moment, right? Where I should say something to him. That this was new, that it was my first time?
But the words died on my tongue as he moved toward me, his abdominal muscles tensing with each step, and I had to curl my hand into a fist to keep from reaching out, from touching him.
“Like what you see, mouse?” he asked, his voice a rumbling sound that moved through my chest, then traveled lower, until it seemed as though I could feel it between my thighs. “Let me see more,” he said, and then before I could understand his intention, his hand moved out, working the knot of my robe free, then pushing the material off of my shoulders.
A shiver coursed through me, but it was impossible to tell if it was the chill in the room, or the heat of my desire as his dark gaze moved over me, taking me all in.
Insecurity started to plant, take root, and grow, but then Renzo was suddenly moving, his hands planting on the mattress at either side of my thighs, caging me in.
My gaze lifted, seeing him already watching me, but finding him still unreadable.
Shifting, his knee pressed between mine until it forced them apart, and I felt a thrill of anticipation skitter across my nerves as the heat of him met my chilly skin.
His body moved forward, and sensing he was trying to come on the bed, I scooted myself back.
He followed, his knees getting up on the mattress, moving up the bed with me until I was near the headboard.
Reaching out, his strong hands suddenly gripped me around my knees, yanking hard enough to force my body flat, actually bouncing a bit on the mattress with the impact.
Surprise had a giggle starting to bubble up, but it died before I made a sound as he suddenly came over me, his long, hard body pressing mine into the bed, his weight pinning me as his mouth suddenly found the sensitive spot right under my ear, making me suck in a breath at the secret little intimacy.
I felt every inch of him.
His wide chest crushing my breasts, nothing but the barely-there material of my nightie between us. The long, firm length of his stomach on mine. His one arm braced on my other side, forearm wedged against the side of my breast. His hips between my thighs, his hard length of desire firmly wedged against my own need, making my belly flutter.
My hands rose tentatively, unsure if I was supposed to wrap them around him or not, so I decided to settle them gently on his shoulders as his lips continued to move down my neck.
The touch sent little sizzles of desire skittering across my skin as a strange weight settled on my lower stomach, and the need became an ache between my thighs.
His hair brushed my chest as he moved up toward the other side of my neck, the touch making my thighs clamp upward on the sides of his legs, my hips writhing instinctively against him, his hardness rocking against my sensitive cleft.
The movement had a low chuckle moving through Renzo, reverberating through me, making panic rise in my system, worrying I was being too brazen, too bold.
But then Renzo’s face was moving down between my breasts, and any sort of logical thought flew from my mind.
His head shifted, and suddenly his lips were closing around my nipple through the material, sucking hard, the sensation making me see white as my back arched up off of the bed, pressing into the feeling, silently begging for more.