Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
“Me, either,” he says softly. “If another man did this to you, I’d be tempted to punch him into a coma.”
I smile. “No, you wouldn’t. You’re a good egg, I can tell.”
“Thank you, Miss Watson,” he says with an affection that makes my chest ache. “Right back at you. Thank you for one of the best nights of my life.”
“Same,” I whisper, feeling a little guilty for lying to Gideon about who I am, even if it’s only a lie of omission. I suddenly want to tell him that I’m a Perry-Watson and that the job waiting for me at my “family company” is so massive, it’s terrifying. I want to talk through all my feelings and fears and hear what I’m sure would be Gideon’s very thoughtful advice.
But then he’s beside the bed, scooping me into his arms, and I forget about everything but how good it feels to be close to him.
I rest my cheek on his chest on the way to the bathroom, soaking in every second of my first princess carry. I’ve never had any fantasies about being swept up in a strong man’s arms, but I know I’ll have them now.
I’m going to fantasize about everything that happened tonight for a very long time.
Maybe the rest of my life…
nine
GIDEON
I’ve never been so sad to wake up to the sun streaming through a window.
But today isn’t a day for hiking or climbing or getting outside to enjoy the end of summer. Today is the day I say goodbye to Sydney.
Maybe forever.
With conditions fine for flying, there’s no excuse to stay another night, and the shelter is expecting the puppies.
The puppies…
I glance at the clock on Sydney’s small dresser on the other side of the room. It’s only six-fifteen. The dogs can wait a little longer to be taken out, and if they really need to use the bathroom, the puppy pads are still in the garage.
There’s time to say a proper goodbye, to show Sydney how much I’m going to miss her.
Ignoring the sadness twisting in my chest, I wrap my arm tighter around her sleeping body, pulling her back tighter to my front.
She emits a sleepy moan and wiggles her ass closer to my cock. I’m already hard, but if I weren’t, that’s all it would take to get me there—just a wiggle of this woman’s incomparable ass and the knowledge that she isn’t wearing panties.
I could be inside her in two seconds…if I were the type of man to start something without express consent. After all, just because she couldn’t get enough of me last night doesn’t mean she feels the same way this morning.
But that doesn’t mean I can’t tease her awake…
I lift her thigh up far enough to leverage mine beneath it, giving me space between her legs to play. I reach down, gripping my cock and guiding it to the piece of heaven I wish I never had to leave.
When I feel how wet she already is, I nearly lose it and slide inside her. But I need a condom and Sydney’s pretty eyes open first. I clench my jaw, limiting my sexy “good morning,” to rubbing the tip of my cock gently back and forth over her clit until she shifts restlessly against me, her breath coming faster.
A few moments later, she’s awake, her shoulders tensing against my chest before she relaxes with a happy sigh. “Not a dream,” she murmurs sleepily, spreading her thighs wider. “You weren’t a dream.”
“Not even a little bit.” I leave my cock pulsing against her clit as I skim my hand up to play with her sensitive nipples.
She moans, arching into my touch. “God, how do you do that? I never loved that before. Now, I can’t get enough.”
I smile against her back before pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “How does the rest of you feel this morning. Sore?”
“Yes,” she says, “but I want you too much to care.”
“We don’t have to have penetrative sex,” I assure her, even though I desperately want to. But I want all her memories of her first time, of me, to be perfect far more. “I can make you come on my mouth again.”
She shakes her head slightly, her chest rising and falling faster as I continue to play with her breasts. “No. I want you inside me. I want it so badly.” She reaches back, dragging her nails over my bare ass and pulling me closer, making my heavy balls ache. “From behind.”
“There’s no need to rush,” I say, trailing my hand from her breasts to between her legs, teasing two fingers over her clit. “I believe in foreplay.”
“I know you do,” she says, her voice sultry as she moves her hand between our tangled legs to grip the end of my cock. “But I’ve been dreaming about you all night. I’m ready. I promise.” She strokes what she can reach of my shaft, making me ache to feel her slick heat tight around me from base to tip. “But if you need more time, I can take point on foreplay. I hear men like to have women suck their balls. Is this true?”