Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 66323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
“No,” I reply. “Well, that’s not true. We get our share in the summer and early fall, but we also get a lot of rain and even some snow in the winter.”
“Snow doesn’t happen often here. And when it does, it sends the city into a state of emergency. But I love traveling to other places with snow in the winter. Do you ski?”
I smile, remembering the conversation I had last week with my mom.
“No. I tried when I was a kid and absolutely hated it.”
“I kind of hate it, too,” she says with excitement. “My cousins? They love it. All of them. We have family friends who live in Montana. We used to go there to ski a lot when I was a kid. Hated it. But I loved watching it snow. Or even going outside to feel it and drink it in—figuratively, of course. And I love hot chocolate and all the wintery things. Just don’t ask me to put on a pair of sticks and throw myself down a hill.”
“You’re my kind of girl,” I reply and loop my arm around her neck, tugging her in for a kiss. “I couldn’t agree more.”
“So, we make a pact, right here and now,” she says solemnly. “For as long as we’re together, there will be no skiing.”
“That’s a promise I can keep.” I kiss her again and then guide her to the intersection, where we stop and wait for the light to change.
“Where are we going, anyway?” she asks.
“Anywhere we want,” I reply. “I don’t have an agenda.”
“Have you been to Kobe Terrace, a little hidden park here in downtown Seattle?”
“I can’t say that I have.”
“It’s only a few blocks this way. It’s not quite dark yet, so there shouldn’t be any trouble.”
“What kind of trouble?”
“Oh, you know…serial killers. Pirates. Aliens.”
She grins when I laugh and leads me a few blocks east, almost to the interstate. Sure enough, we run into a beautiful little park filled with sculptures and benches tucked within a random neighborhood.
“Told you,” she says with a grin.
“And not even one alien in sight.”
“That we know of,” she corrects me and sits on a bench.
“I have a question.”
She pats the seat next to her, and I take it, then reach for her hand. I can’t seem to stop touching her every chance I get.
“Did you ever really make a sex video?”
Stella snorts and shakes her head. “No. Absolutely, not. But my aunt Natalie takes beautiful boudoir photos, and we’ve played around with that. My mom was a Playboy Playmate back in the day.”
“No way.”
“Way. When my dad found out after meeting her years later, he wasn’t pleased. But it’s not like she could go back and change it. He’s chilled out now. Anyway, to answer your question, no porn exists that features yours truly.”
“But you have sexy pictures.”
She bats her eyelashes. “And if you’re very good, I’ll show them to you.”
“I plan to be on my best behavior.”
“Even when we have dinner with my parents tomorrow night?”
“Especially then.”
Chapter 13
Stella
Someone is touching me.
Not just touching me, but touching me.
It’s pitch-black as I shoot out of a deep, dreamless sleep, snuggled down in Gray’s big bed. I feel his hand moving from my breast, down my stomach, and to my core, sending me straight into desire.
I turn onto my back and spread my legs in invitation. Without a word, his finger gently tickles over my lips, through my slit, and slides right inside of me.
I gasp, still hovering in that half-in and half-out-of sleep space that feels so damn good while Gray’s finger does things to me that might be illegal in this state.
“I wake up wanting you,” he whispers, his lips right up against my ear. He adds another finger, and they slide over me and then back inside.
My hips move, up and down, begging for more.
He doesn’t climb on top of me or nudge me onto my stomach.
No, he lifts my leg and scoots closer, easily slipping right inside. And with long, slow strokes, he makes love to me in the dark with just our breaths and sighs filling the space around us.
My muscles quiver and tighten around him, and as my back arches up off the mattress, Gray nibbles on the ball of my shoulder and pushes his fingertips against my clit. I see stars explode around us.
“Fuck,” I whisper, convulsing as the orgasm moves through me.
“Shit,” he says, and after two more thrusts, empties himself into me.
“What time is it?” I ask as I try to catch my breath, and he returns from the bathroom with a wet rag.
“I have no idea,” he says as he cleans me up. “Not time to get up. Go back to sleep, baby.”
“I’m just saying, for the record,” I say as I curl up next to him. “That is not a bad way to wake up.”