Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 20948 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20948 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
“You have to admit it’s a lot.” We clear the exit. There’s more breathing room and a shit ton less people. I’m not the biggest fan of crowds—not sure who would be—so I take a deep breath once we’re out in the open.
“Kyra, come here.” I stop the buggy and wait for her to move closer. As it is, she’s too damn far away for me to even take her hand in mine. I’d prefer her to stand beside me while we’re walking, but she’s not a mind reader and I can’t help what she doesn’t know.
“Are you okay?” Maybe concern is etched on my face, but the minute she’s near me, I pull her in front of my body so she's between the buggy and me.
“I’m more than fine. Hop on. I’m taking you for a ride.” She looks at me then at the buggy. A smile appears on her face, nearly knocking me on my ass.
“What?” She looks behind her, and my hands rest on either side of her body as I walk us toward the truck.
“Love when you smile. What I don’t like is you worrying. For today, do me a favor and relax. It’s been a great day so far, and it’s only going to get better.”
“Rhodes.” I shake my head. “Fine, if you must, continue your journey.” She might pretend to be put out, but I can see the tension lifting from her shoulders, and when I wrap my arm around her waist, she finishes letting go.
“Much obliged.” Damn woman is going to be impossible to give anything to. A lunch, a few books, and food she’ll eat; it’s not fucking much. We’re at the truck in no time. Getting here early in the day secured us a decent parking spot near the front.
“I’ll help,” Kyra says as I hit the key fob to unlock the truck as well as turn it on.
“That works. You take the cold stuff and shit that will fly out and put in the backseat. I’ll put the heavy stuff in the back.” I go about my task, watching Kyra. Each time I get a glimpse of her ass, I have to count to ten. The need to take her in my arms, tear her clothes off, and sink my cock inside Kyra is damn strong.
“I saw that,” Kyra says when I lift a case of water.
“Wasn’t hiding it.” I toss a wink her way. A blush colors her cheeks. Yeah, I’d say it’s time to get this show on the road and get us back home, stat.
9. Rhodes
“Rhodes, there’s still more to put away.” There’s only so much a man can take. I’m at my breaking point. One taste would never be enough, and while I’ve waited, I’m fucking done.
“It’ll keep.” The freezer and refrigerated shit was put away; the rest we can take care of later, much later. With each step I take toward Kyra, she takes one back. I continue my prowl heading straight for the couch. The only problem with where this is going is neither of us is naked. My hand goes to the back of my neck, fisting my shirt and pulling it over my head.
“Oh.” Her ass meets the arm of the couch.
“You going to strip for me, or am I taking your clothes off for you?”
She whips her shirt over her head. Full tits wrapped in a lace bra greet me. Goddamn, I don’t care what they say, more than a handful is not a fucking waste. Her hands go to the button on her jeans, flicking it open, then the rasp of the zipper reverberates through the room, and she shimmies out of the dark denim. “Jesus, sweetheart.” I edge closer, ripping my shorts and boxer briefs off in one swoop, then step out of them. My balance is damn good, or I’m that fucking ready.
“Me? What about you? The outline and feel of your cock are nothing compared to seeing it with my own two eyes.” She's in nothing but a bra and underwear—deep purple, matching, and a whole lot of lace. Smooth milky skin, freckles dotting along her body. I lick my lips, thinking about what she will taste like when I get my mouth on every last inch of her.
“Soon, you’re going to know what it’s like for me to come inside you, too, sweetheart.” Her hand reaches behind her back to unclasp her bra, allowing it to drop to the floor. “Motherfucker.” I move closer, hands going to her hips. “Telling you this now, I’m in it for the long haul. Where you go, I go. I want this, I want you. One day, you’ll have my last name, and should you want kids, they’ll be ours.” I cup her tits, thumbs gliding over her pebbled nipples, and watch as her flesh pebbles with each sweep.