Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 94012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
“Did your parents go somewhere?”
“When I got up, I saw them all leaving. They’re headed to Ogunquit for the day.”
I swallowed, realizing we would be alone in the house. “Oh. That’s right. My mom mentioned they might go. I didn’t know that was today.”
I walked over to the coffeemaker and fumbled with the pods before popping one in. The machine gurgled as it processed the coffee.
“You want some?” I asked.
“No. I don’t drink coffee. But you know that.”
My question was dumb. He’d mentioned countless times that he didn’t drink coffee. I’d even teased him about being crazy for not liking it. But I wasn’t thinking—because we were alone, and that was all I could think about right now.
“Oh yeah. That’s true.” I cleared my throat. “Well, I couldn’t survive without coffee.” As I waited for the machine to finish, he startled me with a question.
“Do you want to shower?”
“You can go first. I’m gonna drink this.”
He didn’t move. “I meant…with me.” His eyes seared into mine.
I turned to him, suddenly all too aware of his big, sweaty, masculine frame. Every nerve ending in my body buzzed. There was only one answer. “Yeah.” I gulped.
He stepped away. “I’m gonna go upstairs. Why don’t you meet me when you’re done with your coffee.”
Coffee? Who could think about coffee at a time like this? I tried to remain calm. “Okay.”
After he left, I looked out the window and opened my mouth in a silent scream. Holy shit. Is this really happening? I had never showered with anyone in my life. And knowing what I knew now—after that accidental glimpse of him the first day he arrived… This was going to be no ordinary shower.
I took a deep breath. I was nervous, but more than anything I was aroused, tingling all over, excited for what was to come. I chugged some of the coffee before heading upstairs. With every step I took, my heart beat faster.
I entered the bathroom to find Archie shirtless and leaning against the counter. He still had his shorts on, but I could see his erection straining through the material. And now my heart started beating out of my chest.
“You look like you’re ready to jump out of your skin, Noelle.” He chuckled.
“I do?”
“Yeah. Relax. Nothing crazy is going to happen. This is just gonna be a shower.” His glassy eyes fell to my breasts. “Maybe a little touching.”
A relieved breath escaped me. He had no idea how much I needed that assurance. I’d made a decision to have sex with Archie this summer, if he allowed it. I was ready, but I also needed some idea of when it might happen so I could mentally prepare. It was good to know he wasn’t rushing into anything right now. Maybe I wasn’t quite ready to jump in head first, despite how turned on I was.
Archie reached for the lever and started the water before returning to lean against the sink. The bathroom filled with steam as we stood there looking at each other. Then he lowered his shorts, followed by his boxer briefs.
Holy… Salivating, I gulped as I stared down at his huge dick. The tip glistened with precum. The muscles between my legs contracted. He was aroused—aroused by me. And that made me aroused. As if I needed a reason besides his perfect body and beautiful face. A piece of his hair fell over his forehead as he stood before me, unabashedly naked.
Then he disappeared behind the shower curtain.
Heart racing, I stood there for a few moments until I heard him say, “You gonna come in?”
“Oh.” I shook my head. “Yeah.”
I lifted my shirt and slipped my sports bra over my head. In the mirror, I could see a sheen of sweat covering my chest. Thankful that I’d shaved last night, I took off my shorts and looked down at my neatly groomed pubic area, hoping he’d like what he saw. Technically, he’d already seen it, albeit briefly. So I shouldn’t have been that nervous, right?
Why the hell am I so nervous, then?
He interrupted my thoughts as he spoke from behind the shower curtain. “You don’t have to come in, if you don’t want to.”
“I do,” I insisted. Moving the curtain aside, I stepped into the steamy shower.
Archie looked like carved stone in a rainstorm as the water poured over his tanned body. I also appreciated the up-close look at the tattoo on his upper arm, an animal’s face with an intricate design around it.
I traced my finger along his muscle. “This is a wolf?”
“Yeah. Our football team in high school was the Wolf Pack.”
My eyes trailed down the length of his body before traveling back up to meet his stare.
He pushed the water back off of his forehead. “What are you thinking right now?”
That I want to lick you, but I don’t want to make a fool of myself. “I’m nervous, but I’m excited.”