Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 72856 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72856 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
I couldn’t tell.
I just knew it was something warm.
I moved my hand until I caught her foot with my hand and squeezed it in apology.
“You’ve been busy, from what Jack tells me,” she continued.
Couldn’t she see that I was still tired?
“Yeah,” I confirmed.
“Winter told me yesterday that Jack’s glued to the police radio when you’re on shift. I think that’s sweet,” she chattered.
I tried to peel my eye open, but it just wouldn’t do it.
“Yeah,” I grunted.
“After I got the key from Jack, I came straight over. Made dinner and cleaned the house while I was waiting for you to wake up. And watched a movie. And sorted through your papers and threw the really old ones into the recycle bin,” she continued.
“Hmm,” I was detrimentally close to falling asleep again.
If she’d just shut up for a few seconds at a time, I’d be back to sleep easily.
“Are you even listening to me?” She teased.
“No,” I answered. “And, you won’t get me up unless you take your clothes off.”
I said things when I was sleepy.
Some people said inappropriate things when they were drunk. Or under the influence of drugs.
Me, it happened when I was sleepy.
I never would’ve said that if I hadn’t been so tired.
And honestly, I hadn’t even realized I’d said it until I felt her heat go away.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I was joking.”
I didn’t open my eyes, though.
However, if I would have, I would’ve seen Mia stripping her shirt from her shoulders, followed shortly by her skirt.
In fact, it wouldn’t have startled me at all had I known she was coming.
But I didn’t.
Which was why when she laid her naked body down on top of mine, I froze.
I don’t know if I thought it was a dream or if I was actually awake, but I wasn’t one to ever waste good opportunities.
My hands drifted down her sides, fingernails digging slightly into the soft skin at her hips.
Her hand was busy, too.
One hand wrapped around my bicep, and the other was placed gently on my jaw.
“Are you awake now?” She teased.
I shook my head.
“No, I think I’m dreaming,” I admitted.
Why else would she have given into my every desire?
She chuckled.
“Oh, you’re not dreaming. Why don’t you open your eyes and see?” She suggested.
I shook my head.
“No, thank you,” I said.
What if I did and woke up with her gone?
How embarrassing would it be to wake up fully to find out that I almost came in my boxer briefs like some adolescent child?
She licked my lips, and she started rubbing the hot seam of her sex along the length of my cock.
And suddenly I was very, very, awake.
My eyes snapped open, and any possibility of this being a dream was destroyed.
“What are you doing?” I asked warily.
My hands went back to her hips, and I started to push her away.
She wrapped her fingers around my neck, holding on and not letting go.
“I’m taking up my offerings,” she said. “You did offer yourself…twice, might I add.”
I blinked.
“When?” I asked, thinking back to what I’d said earlier to her.
I had, technically, offered myself on the proverbial silver platter. However, I hadn’t meant she had to have sex with me to keep me.
She frowned and started to push herself up in alarm.
“You’re not serious?” she asked warily.
I saw that she was going to bolt, and I did the only thing I could do to keep her there.
I rolled over, placing her body under mine and pinning her there with my arms, legs and body weight.
She gasped as the new position put us in a bit different of a predicament.
This time the positions were switched, and it wasn’t her body weight pressing down on my dick, it was mine pressing into her soft, welcoming lips. Her bare, welcoming lips.
We were lucky I had on underwear, otherwise this would all be a different conversation.
She swallowed, her eyes now squeezed tightly shut.
“I misread, I guess, and I’m sorry,” she apologized.
I didn’t say anything and instead studied her face.
She had her hair up in a cute ponytail that rode high on her head. Pieces of the ponytail had fallen down to frame her face, and the top part was sticking straight up due to the shortness of her front bangs.
When I didn’t answer, she finally opened her eyes.
I could see the indecision there…the fear that I’d rejected her.
And I needed to set her straight, because to be honest, I’d never reject her.
I wanted her so bad that I’d give up sleep for the next year if she’d just let me have her.
“Look at me,” I ordered.
Her eyes that had slipped away to look at the wall above my headboard finally moved back to mine.
Then, once I had her full attention, I moved my hand up to her chin, rubbed her cheek with my thumb, then slowly lowered my head.