Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 121728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Sloane backed out of the room, careful not to disturb the man and closed the door quietly behind her. She also shut the door on the bathroom, as well, to prevent waking him.
She’d wake him up soon enough.
After a rushed shower, she dried off and wrapped a towel around her, then headed back into the bedroom to find him still passed out. She stood chewing on her bottom lip and watching the covers rise and fall with his deep breathing.
Having sex wasn’t a priority, unlike letting the poor man recover from his exhaustion. But, damn, she had been so looking forward to it.
However, waiting another half hour or so wasn’t going to hurt either of them. They’d still have plenty of time before she had to pick up Val from school.
As she turned, she heard his low warning, “Don’t you fucking dare…” His voice sounded rusty from either sleep, or the lack of it.
She glanced over her shoulder. “You need more rest.”
“And I’ll get that. I need something else first. Drop that fucking towel and come here.” He pulled a bare arm from under the covers and reached it out toward her.
“If you insist,” she murmured, pretending it to be a hardship. “Can we evict Finn out of the bed first?”
He scooped up the large orange tabby and held him out. “Yeah, Finn definitely doesn’t need to be a witness. He might be scarred for the rest of his nine lives.”
With a grin, she took the Maine Coon from him, placed him outside the bedroom door, and quickly closed it to keep him out.
A loud, insulted yowl could be heard through the door.
“Now, drop the towel,” he demanded.
With one raised eyebrow, she sassed back at him with, “Are you naked?”
By throwing back the covers, he answered her question without even having to utter a word.
Oh yes, he was definitely naked. And already hard.
When he reached over to turn on the small nightstand lamp, the first words that came to mind was that his body was absolute poetry in motion.
Since he put on weight for his undercover assignment, she wondered just how ripped he normally was. If it was up to her, she would prefer he put on even a little more. Because, if after today, they ended up having sex on a regular basis—which was what she hoped—they might end up spending time cuddling after their orgasms. And her preference was to snuggle with a soft memory-foam pillow instead of a hard concrete block.
She shook her thoughts free when she realized he was staring at her.
When she met his eyes across the bed, he asked, “Having second thoughts?”
She took a page from his book and without a word, loosened the knot and dropped the towel to her feet.
Then she shot him a huge smile.
“I’ll take that as a no,” he murmured with his gaze sliding down her body from head to toe. “Hot as fuck, Sloane. And my brothers agreed.”
What? “They told you I was hot?”
“And mentioned your ass.”
“Oh.” No wonder he was so bothered by them hanging out at the house with her.
“Now, do I need to get out of this bed and come get you? Or are you joining me on your own?”
Even though those questions sounded much too cop-like, it caused her to become damp between her thighs and her blood to hum through her veins.
Hmm. Was being bossy an aphrodisiac?
“What if I say, ‘make me?’”
His head tilted as he considered her challenge. “Then I’ll make you.”
She lost her breath as he surged from the bed. His hard length hanging heavily between his thighs and bouncing with each step as he stalked toward her.
Oh yes… This was going to be fun.
Jesus. This woman already tempted him to no fucking end and now she wanted to challenge him?
Challenge accepted.
His own erection whacked him in the thigh as he made his way over to where she stood with her head held high, her eyes on him, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.
Just enough to know she was enjoying this. And was about to enjoy it even more.
He snagged her arm, spun her around, and pulled her back against his chest, immediately dropping his mouth to her ear. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll struggle to walk afterward because your legs will be quivering like Jell-O. Your lips will be swollen from my kisses. Your inner thighs will be raw from my beard and slick with your own juices. Your throat will be sore from all the noises I’ll force from it. And marks will be left on these tits.” He squeezed them both hard, snagging her nipples between his fingers and pinching to the point she gasped. Much harder than she did to him to wake him when he’d been out cold in the tub earlier.