Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 167204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 557(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 557(@300wpm)
“I see you judging me over there,” I tell her. “You want some breakfast?”
She does, so when she sees me get her food bowl, she climbs off the arm of the couch, then leaps down before prancing to the kitchen for her food.
It’s already eight o’clock and we both have class in a little over two hours. I know he got in late last night, but I need to shower and get ready, and we both need to eat.
I don’t want to have no time whatsoever to enjoy our first morning after, so I’ll need to wake him up soon, and why not with breakfast?
I put on a pot of coffee, too, since I know we’re both bound to be tired today.
I hum to myself as I’m cooking, and ready each plate. I made each of us a piece of buttered toast with a fried egg on top. I still have a few strawberries left and I need to use them up before they go bad, so I add two strawberries to each plate as well.
“There we go,” I murmur, adjusting his coffee cup next to his plate at the counter and mine next to mine.
I walk gently back to the bedroom, but when I open the door, I’m surprised to see him sitting up on the edge of the bed. He must have just woken up, and he’s checking his phone.
He glances back at me over his shoulder, and I grin, climbing across the bed so I can wrap my arms around his neck from behind.
“Good morning,” I murmur, hugging him.
His mouth tugs up, and he puts his phone back down on the bedside table. “Good morning. I take it you slept well.”
“For a few hours,” I say wryly, still smiling. “What about you?”
In one smooth motion, he turns, sliding his arm around my waist and rolling me onto my back. He ends up on top of me, looking down at me, and I can’t help sighing at how damn beautiful he is.
“How could I not?” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss me.
Interest stirs between my thighs, which I find mildly alarming, but I suppose after last night, and him having me in this position…
It doesn’t matter. There’s no time.
Ignoring my impulses, I tell him, “I made us breakfast.”
“How thoughtful.”
“And coffee,” I add.
His hands slide up my thighs until he’s holding my ass in his hands. “I think we should blow off class altogether and stay in bed today.”
I crack a smile. “And I think we should fly to Italy for dinner tonight—oh wait, that’s almost as crazy as what you suggested.”
He smirks down at me. “I’ve heard of crazier things.”
I shake my head. “I can’t. I have a test today, and basically the only way I can skip a class is if I die—and honestly, even then, I would request whoever I’m living with to do a Weekend at Bernie’s and haul me to classes for the rest of semester, if at all possible.”
“That’s dedication.”
I shrug. “What can I say? I’m a dedicated girl.”
“An admirable trait,” he says, kissing my collarbone.
I nod. “So is promptness, and we’re going to be late if we don’t get a move on.”
Reluctantly, he lets me drag him out of bed, and we head to the kitchen for breakfast.
I consider asking him about where he went last night while we’re eating, but then I think if he wanted to tell me, he would. Just because he told me enough to explain why he would be gone sometimes doesn’t mean he’ll be able to tell me what he was doing, and I don’t want to put him in an uncomfortable position. This is all new to me, so I don’t know how it works yet.
To save time, Killian suggests we shower together, but once we’re naked in the steamy shower, I’m skeptical it’s going to be a timesaver.
Killian’s hands settle on my hips, and he walks me back against the wall.
I drape my arms over his shoulders as I tell him, “You have the look of a man who wants to make me late.”
He smirks, leaning in to kiss the side of my mouth. As he runs his lips along my jawline, he asks, “What gave me away?”
I sigh with pleasure, tilting my head to make room as his kisses reach my neck. He takes his time there, then he kisses a path from my neck to my collarbone.
“I know what you’re trying to do, mister.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” he murmurs innocently as he kisses my breasts.
Arousal stirs between my legs and there is not time for this, so I brace a hand on his chest and push him away, cocking an eyebrow. “You behave yourself.”
He smirks, taking my hand and locking my fingers with his. It seems sweet at first, but then he takes my other hand and raises them, pinning them to the shower wall. My back naturally arches, pushing my tits closer to him.