Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 96249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
It’s been so hard to keep my hands off her. Having her in my arms at night has kept my body tight and hard. Her soft curves calling for my attention.
I’m pulled from my thoughts as her pussy grabs my attention while she sits on me. Her heat already has me semihard. Now I can feel her pulsing against my leg.
Gliding my palm beneath her shirt, I brush my thumb against her smooth skin. Goose bumps rise beneath my palm. Every time I see her bare legs or a patch of her brown skin, I can’t help but want to taste it.
I groan and lean into her ear. “What are you thinking about, darlin’? You do know I can feel that kitten between your legs purring on me.”
“Huh?”
I chuckle and kiss the side of her head. “Never mind. Forget I said anything.”
CHAPTER 16
Bon Appétit
Lynn
I haven’t been able to stop smiling since Philippe turned the portrait around to face us. We look so cute and in love. My smile is exaggerated and Trev has an overly smoldering look in his eyes as he looks at me.
I’ve been staring at the portrait instead of getting ready for the date Trev wants to take me on. I can’t get his words from earlier out of my head.
What are you thinking about, darlin’? You do know I can feel that kitten between your legs purring on me.
I had been daydreaming about him pinning me to the wall and kissing me. Slowly, he slid his hand into my shorts. Then, the daydream was broken into by his deep voice.
My pussy did have a heartbeat as I sat on him, thinking of his tongue deep in my mouth and his hand in my shorts. I wish I knew what to do to get him to move past sweet kisses.
Sleeping in his strong arms has been great, but I need something more. I’m snapped out of my musing as the door to the suite opens. I put the portrait away and smooth my hands down my dress.
It’s a short dress, shorter than it had been when I packed it for this trip. I think my breasts have filled out a bit. My butt is definitely hiking it up in the back.
I was going to change into something else, but once again, Trev’s words came back to me, so I went with the short floral dress and a pair of black strappy wedge-heeled sandals.
“Darlin’, you ready to go?” Trev calls through the room.
I step from the bedroom to find him in a button-down and jeans. He looks so handsome. His top three buttons are loose, showing off his smooth skin.
“I’m ready,” I say as I sway with my hands clasped in front of me.
He looks me over, devouring me with his blue eyes. I smile and close the gap between us. As I stop in front of him, he cups the side of my face and takes my lips in a searing kiss.
I reach to wrap my hand around his wrist as it’s all I can do to keep from melting into a puddle at his feet. I don’t want this kiss to end, but he pulls away much too soon.
“You look gorgeous. You always take my breath away,” he breathes as he presses his forehead to mine.
“I changed a hundred times. Nothing seemed to be right.”
“You look perfect. You would look perfect in anything you wear. You’re always beautiful.”
“Thank you. You clean up nicely yourself. Where are you taking me?”
“You’ll see. You want to grab a sweater in case the temperature changes?”
“Yeah, I guess I should, just in case.”
I turn and rush to get a sweater and my bag. When I return, he laces his fingers with mine and leads me from the room. It’s right on the tip of my tongue to tell him how much I love him.
I don’t think I could have done this without him. The music wouldn’t have returned if not for Trev. I will forever be grateful to him.
Trevor
We’ve been so focused on Brooke’s list I don’t think we’ve taken time to do something as a couple. I wanted to take Lynn on our first official date.
I still have something we’ll get to check off the list while leaving a piece of Brooke behind, but this is mostly for us. I want to see that smile on her face and in her eyes tonight.
“This place is so nice and quaint,” Lynn says as we sit down for dinner.
“I wanted to take you someplace special. I hope the food is as good as the reviews say. I’m starving.”
“Oh, then I hope they don’t serve those tiny portions. We might have to order room service when we get back,” she snickers.
“I hope not. I think we should be fine,” I say and wink.
This place will serve us a five-course meal. I should be good with that. I’m a big guy, but I’m not hard to please.