Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 106948 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106948 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
My gaze wanted to take a look at his jeans to see if the monster in his pants was still asleep, but I managed only to sneak a quick peek before refocusing my attention on his face. “We need to talk.”
His eyebrows rose. “It’s never good when a woman says that.”
Rolling my eyes, I gestured to the room. “Can we have some lights in here? And do you have a bathroom somewhere in this place?”
“Go out the way we came in, first door to your right.”
The sudden, pressing needs of my bladder had me leaping out of the bed, only to yelp and grab a suede pillow to cover myself with.
Grinning, Leo tried to pull the pillow away from me. “Since I’m the one responsible for cutting and tearing your clothes off your gorgeous body, I felt it was only fair I replace them. There’s a box on the table across the room, go get it.”
“You—” He jerked the pillow from me, leaving me naked in this very-exposed-to-the-outside room. “Give me that back!”
“No.” I tried to ignore the fact that his scolding, stern voice was hot. “You’re beautiful and I love watching you, now put your hands down and stop trying to hide yourself from me. I’m a selfish man and I take great pleasure in looking at you, so you will indulge me. Jesus, your body is insane. Get dressed. You’re far too distracting when you’re naked to talk about anything other than my prick going down your throat.”
I flushed, caught between embarrassment, anger, and glowing happiness. “Fine, but only because I’m not parading naked around your house.”
“We’ll see.”
The amused, sexy smile he gave me as he stretched out had my hands reaching for him before I could stop myself.
Unable to resist the lure, I stroked my hands down his sides, bumping over shifting muscle and hard ribs before reaching the indent of his waist. He had trim hips and I can personally attest that his furry V and hard abs were like visual candy. Even now, clad in a brown t-shirt that fit him perfectly, I could see the divide between his large pectoral muscles, the broad sweep of his solid shoulder.
Tingles raced through me when I looked up into his face again, finding him studying me closely, as always. I must be getting used to it, because all his staring did was make me feel happy and bouncy inside.
“Do you like what you see?”
“Yes.”
“So do I.” He gave my butt a smack with an unrepentant grin. “Go. I have some calls I need to make while you freshen up. There’s a full shower in there, but try not to get your arm wet. I’ll change the dressing after you get out. Oh—and I’m clean, by the way, since we didn’t use protection.”
“Crap! Uh, yeah. I’m clean and on the birth control shot, so no worries about a baby.”
“I’m not worried about that.”
“What?”
“You keep standing there naked and I’m going to have to fuck you again.”
Flushing, I grabbed the box and strove to keep my walk slow and sedate, as if I didn’t have a care in the world, when internally I was wondering if he thought my knees and elbows were knobby and how my ass managed to be both nonexistent and jiggly.
Moving in almost a daze, I went into the cool and welcoming silver and hunter green bathroom, marveling for a moment at the iridescent glass tiles that lined the shower stall. Like the rest of the house, it was perfectly in line with my tastes and I couldn’t help but giggle, the sound bouncing off the high walls and ceiling. I wonder if having the exact same taste as his interior decorator counted as fate bringing us together.
While I washed myself, not the easiest thing to do with one hand, I wondered how the hell I got here. Right now I should be trying to get some sleep or getting a bit of studying in before work, not admiring the massive showerhead that was like standing beneath my own personal rainstorm. Water trickled down my face, dripped off my chin and seemed to wash away all the cares and worries I usually carried around with me like shackles. I felt remarkably free, unburdened and content to just exist in the perfect moment, instead of worrying about the past or future.
Once I got out, I took my hair down from the sloppy bun I’d put it in, surprised when it fell down my back like silk, then I remembered how Leo had brushed it and that giddy tingle went through me again. Who does that? I’ve never had a guy…well…groom me before. And he bought me clothes. I’d have been lucky if my last serious boyfriend bought me a Happy Meal.
Curious about what was in the box, I set it on the creamy stone counter and lifted the lid, a small gasp of surprise escaping me at the lovely dress inside.