Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 20927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
He rubs my back in a circle, his fingers working magic on my muscles. “How about we just have fun together?”
I put my head against his chest. He’s solid and strong, dependable and steady. “I was about to shower. I wanted to smell good for this.”
“Then we’ll shower,” he answers. He lets me go, stepping back so he can help me shrug out of my cardigan. I toss it onto the bathroom vanity, not caring where it lands.
When he realizes the zipper is in the back, he turns me. His hands are so large, but every touch is gentle. His fingers caress the bare skin of my back as he drags it down, inch by agonizing inch.
I want to see the look in his eyes when he sees me naked for the first time. Facing him, I peel the dress off. It gets stuck on my hips once and I have to shimmy to get it down. It pools in the floor at my feet.
With my heart in my throat, I glance up at Gray. But he’s staring down at me with a look of complete fascination. More than that, he’s gripping himself through his jeans. I wonder if he even realizes he’s doing it.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs. He reaches out a hand to trace my collarbone before dipping it lower and lower. He cups my breast through my thin, lacy bra and runs his thumb along it. My nipple hardens even more.
I let out a strangled gasp. “Your turn.”
He unbuttons his shirt quickly and tosses it on the floor before reaching for the button of his jeans. But something’s bothering me, and it takes me a second to figure out what it is. He’s avoiding my gaze, and I realize maybe he feels just as exposed as I do.
I trail my fingertips down the center of his wide chest, pausing to rub his sternum. “You’re so strong. It made me feel safe when you stood between me and Michael.”
He snaps his eyes to mine and I see the relief in them. His cheeks pinken beneath his beard. It finally occurs to me that my mountain man isn’t grumpy. He’s just shy. “I’ll always stand between you and the rest of the world.”
My heart soars at the words and I reach for his button, biting down on my lip. I manage to fumble his pants open. I gasp when his cock springs free. He’s definitely bigger than my toy.
I start to reach for him, but he captures my hand. “Not yet.”
Gray tugs me toward the shower and helps me into it. As soon as the door swings closed and we’re cocooned in the warmth of the shower, my body relaxes even more. A thrill runs through me. I’m here and I’m naked. With this sexy guy who likes me back.
He unclasps my bra and pulls down my panties, both of them landing in the shower floor. Then he guides me under the shower spray and washes my hair. I love the way he’s touching my scalp and massaging in the shampoo. He takes his time, like we have all of it we need. He’s not rushing this and he’s looking at me like he enjoys taking care of me. Is it possible he’s starting to feel something deeper, the same way I am?
He grabs my purple loofah and washes my back then my front. He pays special attention to my breasts, kneading them and running his hands along them.
“So pretty,” he murmurs as he circles my nipples with his thumbs.
Moisture has started to get between my thighs and my body is hot and achy. I feel restless, almost as if my skin is too tight.
Gray sets the loofah aside and drops to his knees in the tub. He glances up at me once, searching my face. I don’t know what he’s looking for, but I give him a little nod. Knowing that we’re exploring together makes this special in my eyes.
He kisses my stomach, and I expect him to go for my pussy. But he doesn’t. Instead, he works his way down my legs, ignoring that spot where I’m aching. He kisses me all the way down to my ankle before starting his way back up. By the time he’s reached my knee, I’ve spread my legs. I’m ready for whatever he wants to give me.
“Is my sweet girl horny?” He murmurs against my skin.
That soft feeling of his beard is heavenly. I need to feel him against my pussy. Need him to give me what he’s teasing me over. I whimper in response.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers. He presses kisses higher and higher until he stops and inhales deeply. “Damn, you smell good.”
It’s the last thing he says before he licks my slit, and I nearly collapse. Alright, I’ve read about this stuff. Hell, I’ve written about it. But nothing compares to the feeling of having Gray on his knees in front of me with his tongue teasing my soft folds.