Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
I grinned at him. “Of course.”
“I’m going to take the entire dessert section, but I’ll bring them all back,” he promised, grabbing the cards and putting them into the recyclable bag he’d brought the food over in.
“Enjoy,” I said, getting up from the table. “And thank you for the grub.”
He chuckled, hugged me, then Lorne, petted Argos—and promised to bring him his own bacon next time since Lorne had fed the cat most of his—and then was at the door, putting his boots back on. I was going to open the door for him, but Lorne beat me to it, saying again how much we appreciated him. When our new friend was gone, Lorne tried to lock the door behind him.
“There’s no deadbolt on this door.”
“No, of course not.”
“What do you mean, of course not?” he snapped. “I don’t want just anybody walking in on you when—oh. The cottage only lets in people who are safe.”
“That’s right.”
“So it must like me.” He darted across the room, crowding in close, hands on my hips as he walked me back into the cabinets next to the sink.
“Yes,” I husked, the words suddenly hard to get out. “I think we can conclude that my home adores you.”
“Adores?” His breath was warm down the side of my neck before he planted a kiss there. “It adores me?”
He was teasing, and his laugh was flirty and thick with promise. “I adore you,” I confessed in a hoarse whisper. “I should be so scared and worried, and I am, but not like I would be if…”
“If?” He pulled my shirt up over my head and tossed it onto the kitchen table before taking hold of my ass and lifting me into his arms. I wrapped my legs tight around his waist as he began to walk me from the room. “Finish your thought. Why aren’t you scared?”
Coiling my arms around his neck, I kissed him hard, making him open for me so I could taste him. Just the feel of him, even through the cotton T-shirt he had on, was a heady rush. He was so strong and powerful, all those bunching muscles, his shoulders I couldn’t keep my hands off of, and the heat there between us, I could only imagine that his skin on mine would feel like being branded.
“Xander,” he ground out as he dropped down on top of me in my bed.
He’d moved us there so fast, and now I had his big, hard body covering mine. All I wanted was him, all of him, everything with nothing left over for anyone else.
I felt it then, the tremor, roaring through me, this quickening of blood and something feral and primal thrumming beneath my skin.
“Xan?” he said my name oddly, and I came back to myself, panting, trying to catch my breath. “Honey? Why aren’t you talking to me?”
I had no idea what to say.
“You would be scared if…” he prompted. “Go from there.”
I took a breath. “If it was anyone but you.”
“I like that, I do, but I can also tell that you’re still worried about something,” he murmured, moving off me.
I scrambled to the other side of the bed, scared that he’d felt it, the rise of my power.
“Are you all right?”
“I can’t just—we should go to your house.”
“My house?”
I nodded.
“Why’s that?” He rolled off the bed, stood up, and pulled his shirt off like it was a striptease, slowly, revealing his smooth, sleek, tawny skin I ached to touch. “We have a bed, so why not use it?”
“See, I— Lor,” I rasped as he slid the sweats over his hips and down, catching on his long, now hard cock before he pushed them to his thighs and then farther to his knees.
“Yes, Xander?”
“My home is not the place for something not serious or…” There were words I needed to say. “Covenant,” I blurted. “This could— See, if we—if I…here, it could… Lor.”
“Yes?” he asked, gloriously naked, all of him mouthwatering, all cut and defined, and his low laughter wasn’t helping at all. “It could what?”
I could not take my eyes off his erection, or the pearly drops glistening at the tip as he climbed onto the bed and lay down, stretching out, arms behind his head.
My brain really needed to work so I could make words.
“Something about having sex with me here, in your home, yes?”
“Yes,” I nearly sobbed in relief of him understanding.
“Take off the sweats right now.”
“Wait, I need to—”
“Now,” he demanded, and the combination of how dark his eyes were and how low his voice got made me scramble to do as he asked. And then, before I could stop and think, he said, “I want your mouth on me.”
The noise I made was not sexy, more like a croaking moan, before I was on him, my lips parting, opening wide, sliding over the head of his cock, feasting on him, sucking hard before swallowing down his length.