Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 69452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
I ran a finger down the side of her cheek and said, “Sleep okay?”
She sat up and twisted so that her hip was to my hip, only her torso was facing me instead as she said, “I’ve slept better today than I’ve ever slept.”
That had my heart really fucking happy.
I liked that she felt safe with me.
I liked that she slept better with me.
I liked a lot of stuff right now that was on the verge of over the top.
My eyes trailed down her face, to her hair that was surprisingly still very much in place, then to her sleepy eyes and her soft lips.
“Good,” I said.
She looked deep into my eyes, and the way she was looking at me made my heart start to pound.
“What?” I asked.
“I don’t want you to think that I feel obligated in some way,” she said.
“What do you mean?” I asked, my belly filling with nerves.
“I mean.” She scooted closer. “I’ve wanted to kiss you since I fell into your arms.”
I moved closer to her, lips tingling. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” she agreed. “I just don’t want you to think that I’m only doing this because you gave us a place to stay when we were in need.”
I would’ve never thought that.
“Honey,” I said. “I realize that this entire thing is abnormal. That’s why I haven’t done a thing to move this in the direction I so desperately want to. We barely know each other. You have nowhere to go. I have money, and you are struggling because of your dad. Looking at this from an outsider’s perspective, it looks like I’m taking advantage of you because you’re in need…”
She leaned forward and kissed me.
Both of us allowed our qualms about the entire situation to be put on the back burner.
The moment her lips touched mine, I reached for her, pulling her into my lap.
Her body was so small and fit against mine like it was meant to be there.
Her hands went to my shoulders, one hand squeezing tight, while the other traveled upward toward my hair.
Mine did much the same, though mine went down to her ass to pull her more deeply against me, while the other went to one braid as I held her in place.
She gasped and pulled away, her eyes lit with an inner fever that I was sure reflected in my own.
“Are you sure about this?” she asked.
My hands moved, this time to both hips, and said, “I’ve never been more sure about something in my life.”
“I’m not on birth control,” she said.
I cursed. “I don’t have any condoms…”
Then an idea popped into my head.
“Oh!” I said. “Be right back!”
She laughed when I bodily picked her up and set her onto the bed beside me, then launched myself from the bed.
I went to the tree where the presents that I’d bought my family were located and reached for the smallest gift.
Ripping the paper apart, I held the box up to her, nearly crowing in triumph before I remembered that we had a child that needed to stay asleep in the other room for this to work.
“What is that?” she asked.
“Apparently gag condoms Noel bought for Chris as a joke since he’s already gotten his wife pregnant,” I said as I brought them to the bed and tossed them between us. “They’re flavored.”
She glanced down at them and laughed. “Try to grab the one that tastes like grape. That’s my favorite flavor.”
I ripped the box open and pulled the purple out, showing it to her.
She reached for it, but instead of examining the packet, she placed it down by her side and reached for the hem of my tee.
I lifted my arms as she pulled it off me, turning it inside out and tossing it toward the end of the bed as she did.
I licked my lips when her eyes heated at the sight of my naked chest.
“Damn,” she said. “You’re very muscular.”
I chuckled. “Comes with the job.”
She jerked her eyes down and said, “I always thought those muscles were a myth.”
“Which?” I asked, looking down at my abs straight to the sight of my cock tenting my sweatpants.
Normally, I would’ve worn only my boxer briefs to bed because I was so hot natured, but I hadn’t wanted to make her uncomfortable so I’d put on the shirt and the sweats.
Though they were thinner, which showed off a lot more of my engorged cock than would’ve been acceptable had we been taking this much slower.
“Those.” She leaned forward and indicated the muscles of my lower abs that led into my pants.
“They come with a lot of work,” I admitted. “They’re the first things to go on me when I let my nutrition get out of hand.”
Her eyes studied mine as she said, “That’s unfortunate, because they’re quite attractive. I want to lick them.”
My cock jerked in my pants, and she noticed.