Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 90164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
“Thank God,” she says and sets off for her bedroom.
“Where are you going?”
She stops and turns to me with a frown. “To my bed.”
“While the kids are gone, you’ll be sleeping in my bed, Doc.”
She blinks, smiles, and continues toward her room. “I just need to grab a couple of things.”
While she handles her business, I make sure the house is locked up tight and pour us each a glass of wine. When I walk out from the kitchen, Erin’s walking out of her bedroom with a tote bag full of things. She also changed out of her dirty clothes and into my old college sweatshirt. No pants.
“You look like you’re going on a weekend trip. Well, one with no pants.”
She laughs and then shrugs. “I guess I kind of am.”
I pass her a glass of wine and take the bag from her and frown in surprise. “This thing is heavy.”
“I needed a lot of stuff,” she says with a careless shrug and takes the lead up the stairs. I can tell that she’s tired because the typical bounce in her step is gone. She trudges down the hall to my bedroom, as if her feet weigh fifty pounds each.
But those legs are stellar.
Erin sips her wine and turns to me. “You know, it occurs to me that in all the times we’ve managed to have sex, it’s always been in my bed downstairs or against the side of a Jeep.”
She smirks and glances at my bed.
“Which side do you sleep on?” she asks.
“The one closest to the door.”
She nods and wanders around to the other side, setting her phone and wine on the bedside table.
“We need to check you for ticks.”
Her eyebrows shoot up at that. “Excuse me?”
“Ticks. It’s spring, and there are ticks.”
“That might be the most unromantic thing anyone has ever said to me in my life.” Her gorgeous eyes look terrified. “Ticks?”
“You probably don’t have any.” I keep my voice calm so she doesn’t freak out. No one likes to think about those disgusting little critters, but we have to look. “Come here. We’ll go into the bathroom.”
I gesture for her to follow me and walk into my en suite, pulling a pair of tweezers out of the drawer just in case.
“Strip,” I order her.
“You strip,” she counters. “You’re dirty, too.”
With my eyes on hers, I have no problem taking it all off and depositing it right into the hamper. Stark-ass naked, I turn to her and raise an eyebrow.
“Your turn.”
She pulls the sweatshirt off, sets it on the sink, and does the same with her panties.
“You know, getting naked with you is a lot sexier when there aren’t tiny insects involved.”
“I can’t argue with that. Turn around.” I scan her body from head to toe, even checking in her hair, behind her ears, and between her legs.
“If a tick made its way into my cooter, you can just shoot me and put me out of my misery.”
I chuckle and turn her around once more. “You’re good to go. My turn.”
“Ohhh, I get a turn.” That pleases her, and her gaze roams all over me, and that just turns me on. “I don’t see any ticks, but I do see that the idea of them turns you on.”
“Wrong.” I catch her wrist in my hand and yank her against me. “You turn me on.”
“Coincidentally,” she says, staring at my lips, “same here. But I’m freaking exhausted, and we had forest sex twice.”
“Let’s each take a quick shower, and then we’ll snuggle down and watch something in bed.”
Her eyes light up at that idea. “Yes. That’s perfect.”
My body is trained to wake up at five every morning, even on Sundays, when I let the guys handle the ranch, and I spend the day with my kids. So, when my eyes pop open, and I see that it’s so early, I’m not surprised.
It is, however, a nice reminder to find Erin cuddled up next to me, still sleeping soundly. The sun hasn’t come up yet, but the first signs of light are coming to life outside as I turn to her and press a kiss to her cheek.
She doesn’t stir.
We were both too exhausted after our showers to even watch TV, let alone have sex. I didn’t know that was possible for me when it comes to Erin, but it seems even I have a point of exhaustion.
This morning, however, I’m feeling rejuvenated, and Erin is in my fucking bed.
I’ve wanted her here almost since the day she moved into my house. And if it wouldn’t confuse things for my kids, I’d have had her here long ago.
But I have her here now. And I intend to enjoy every second of it.
My hand drifts up and down her side. She must have gotten too warm in the night because the sweatshirt is gone, and she’s only wearing her little white panties.