Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 132321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 441(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 441(@300wpm)
By the time I return, he’s stepping out of the shower.
I lean against the door and watch him rough a towel over his hair. Every movement he makes intoxicates me with his virility and strength. He wraps the other towel around his waist. His gaze lands on me as he’s tying a knot at his hip.
“You watching me, little creeper?”
“Definitely.”
In two slow steps, he’s standing in front of me. Water drips from the ends of his hair, running down his chest. I reach up, running my fingers through the thick, damp strands. “Your hair’s longer.”
“I haven’t had a chance to get it cut.”
“I like it,” I whisper.
His mouth turns up at the corners. “Then maybe I won’t bother.”
“I can cut it.” That’s weird, isn’t it? He’s going to think I’m nuts. “If you wanted me to.”
He seizes my wrist and brings it to his lips, brushing a kiss against my pulse point. “I’d like that.”
I hold up the bottle of water. “I don’t want you to get dehydrated.”
Accepting it with a smirk, he twists the cap off, tips the bottle to his lips and takes several long swallows without taking his eyes off me.
He sets the bottle on the counter.
I reach up and trace a crown tattoo on his shoulder—very similar to a patch on his cut. “Your club’s important to you.”
“They’re my family.” He hooks two fingers under the straps of my camisole and drags them down my shoulders. “But family vacation time is over. Class is in session.”
A thrill runs through me, followed by a pang of sadness. What if I want this to be more?
The thin material falls away from my chest, and cool air drifts over my skin. My breasts tingle as the air rushes over the tips.
He sucks in an appreciative breath. “Fuuuck.”
“Welcome home, Professor Orgasms.”
He squeezes his eyes shut and shakes with silent laughter. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too.” More than I’d ever want to admit.
“I like this a lot.” He cups my breasts, rubbing his thumbs over my nipples. I shrug myself free of the camisole and it falls to the floor in a whisper.
Our eyes meet. “You plannin’ to give me a proper welcome home kiss?”
In my excitement to see him, how did I not do that already? I jump and loop my arms around his neck. “Yes.”
He bends his knees and gently lifts me, my naked skin rubbing against his damp skin and the roughness of the towel.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he urges.
I press my lips to his first.
Jigsaw
Fire licks over my skin. Not from the blistering hot shower I just took. From Margot. This is what it’s like to have someone waiting at home for you after being on the road? Someone who’s excited to see me. Not a club girl hanging around to welcome all the brothers home, who will stumble into a bedroom with any patched brother who picks her. Just for me.
Gripping her thighs, I press her back against the bathroom door and lean into the kiss. She doesn’t hold back or hesitate. Our lips slide and crash together in a sloppy, frenzied rush of longing. Her palms press against my cheeks and she pulls back, staring at my face like she can’t get enough.
The feeling’s mutual. From the cute outfit to her shiny blonde curls, she obviously took time getting ready for me. “Your hair looks really pretty,” I say. It’s inadequate, but the best I can come up with.
“I did my whole curl routine after my shower.”
Guilt spreads over my chest. “Wish you’d waited.” I pull her away from the door, grab a better hold of her, and head down the hallway.
Her eyebrows pinch together as if she’s worried she did something wrong. “Why?”
“Because I’m about to mess it all up.”
She laughs softly and strokes my cheek. “I don’t mind.”
Ah, fuck. The one thing I need, I left in the pocket of my cut. I can’t let go of her, though.
“Where are you going?” she laughs as I carry her into the living room.
“Need something.” Keeping one arm around her, I press her to the wall next to the closet. Her thighs tighten around my waist, and she loops her arms around my shoulders again. Where the fuck did I put them? Trying to search with one hand sends frustration burning through me. Finally, my fingers fumble over the small square box. I yank it out, put it between my teeth, and hoist Margot into both arms again.
She pries the box from my mouth and quickly scans the front.
“Just in case you’re ready for lesson four.” Please be ready.
She shakes the box. “Only three?”
I snort with laughter, almost dropping her as I cross the threshold into her bedroom. “Best I could do on the road.”
I shove the door closed behind me, hoping we’re not interrupted by a certain nosy kitty.