Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
“It’s getting late,” she said.
“Yeah,” I said. “You are free to stay here again tonight, though. Until you can get things settled over there. Do you have a bed yet?”
“There’s one in the guest bedroom there that got left behind, but otherwise, no,” she said.
“Creepy,” I said.
She nodded.
“I wasn’t really looking forward to staying in it. I was contemplating just sleeping on the floor in the living room,” she said.
“Or you could sleep in a bed,” I said. “It’s up to you, but I think you’d get a lot better sleep here.”
“I would,” she said. “Thank you.”
“No problem,” I said, following her lead as she stood up.
We began walking toward the bedroom doors, and she opened the one to my spare room before turning back to me. She opened her arms for a hug, and I smiled as I ducked in for it. Squeezing her tight to me meant feeling her body curled into mine, and my body reacted again. As I pulled away, our eyes locked into each other, and her bottom lip trembled as she tried to force the words out.
“Good night,” she said. “Thank you.”
“Of course,” I said. “Anytime.”
She leaned in again, and I held my arm wider for the hug I assumed was coming. But then, as if magnetically drawn, we pressed into each other for a deep, long kiss.
10
ALLISON
Throwing myself down on the bed, I buried my face into the pillow. I could not believe I’d kissed him. That was crazy. Like, a legitimately crazy thing to do. What the hell had gotten into me?
I wasn’t supposed to want anything like that in my life right now. It was me time. I was done with guys and was going to work exclusively on myself for a while. Marriage, relationships, all that was supposed to be out of the window, out of mind. No thoughts were supposed to be dedicated even to the thought of romance.
Yet there I was, my face buried in a pillow and my cheeks flushed because I’d just kissed a man who had opened his home to me out of neighborly friendliness.
Then again, I’d felt the bulge in his pants and knew that he’d responded as strongly as I had. There was no denying it. What certainly felt like a massive, throbbing cock had pressed hard into my stomach, and it was everything I could do to pull myself away and go into the bedroom alone without dragging him with me and yanking those pants off in the process.
I wasn’t trying to have any ties to any other person but myself. But Ryan had an effect on me, and it was immediate and intense. Ignoring it was probably just going to make it a million times worse, because the tension would build up inside me until I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t get the thought of his hard, muscular body out of my mind, or the pressure of his rod as he held me tight to him.
My eyes shut hard as I arched my back, pulling my knees under me. There was no use in denying my need.
I rested my forehead on the pillow as my hand slid down into my loose pajama pants. I was already hot and wet, and my fingers slid between my folds. The pad of my middle finger found my clit, and I clenched my eyes as I thought about his massive, veiny cock.
In my vision, I could see him pull it out of his pants, and I would wrap my hand around it, running my fingers along the ridges and veins. He would rip my pants off and throw me onto the bed, burying himself in me and causing my body to shake. As my finger swirled over my sensitive pearl, I imagined his muscular body on top of mine, my legs curled around him as he grunted and pumped his cock into me.
My fingers would dig into his shoulders as the orgasm built, and as it washed over me, he would groan. I could nearly feel the sensation of his warm cum inside me as he climaxed with me, and in the bed, my toes curled, and I held a cry inside as I rode the wave of a climax. Eventually, I fell to my side, trembling from the images in my mind. Pulling the covers over my shoulders, I settled in and drifted off to sleep.
I was back at the house the next day, working on a few more of the smaller projects while waiting on hold for the plumber to pick back up. I had a few inspections already scheduled, but the plumber was going to be rather important, especially with the sludge coming out of the faucets.
“Ms. Daniels?” his voice came back on the line.
“Yes?”
“I spoke with my parts distributer. I’m afraid the quote I gave you is going to be the floor of what I would need. It could be considerably higher, depending on what in all is needed to be done in that bathroom you mentioned.”