Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 216(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 216(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
He pulls out of me, raw against the already-overstimulated nerves, and I cry out one last time as I feel his come trickling out of me. Everything about it is sensuous and sensual and too much.
“Good?” he asks, flopping down beside me with a satisfied and lazy grin, just beginning to regain his breath.
“The best,” I pant back, letting my head drop onto the pillow in exhaustion.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Hunter
I kiss her to wake her, watching as she slowly comes back around to real life.
“Hey,” she murmurs, her eyes slowly opening as she blinks. “What time is it?”
“About dinner time,” I say with a grin.
“Oh,” she says and then sits up rapidly, almost taking me out. “Oh! I slept forever! We’ve missed dinner – your plans – and dad leaving work.”
“It’s okay,” I tell her, smoothing away her concerns as I smooth her hair back from her brow. “It’s all fine. You needed sleep.”
“But I missed it,” she says, and she looks really upset. “You put so much thought into everything.”
“It doesn’t matter,” I tell her. “We can do it tomorrow or the day after. We have all the time in the world. And as for your dad, we’ll pick that back up tomorrow, too.”
I had little time to work on things while she was sleeping. Dropping off for a little while myself, but I woke up a couple of hours earlier than she did.
She nods, still a little upset but seeming to accept what I say. “I don’t know why I slept for so long,” she says. “I don’t even remember drifting off.”
“Well, I hope it was because you had such a good time,” I tease her. “Your body was worn out, and your mind was all happy and warm.”
“That sounds about right,” she says with a shy but honest smile. I feel like I’m watching her blossom in real time, learning to come into herself, getting more confident, and less shy. I’m enjoying the show.
“Do you want to go out for dinner?” I ask. “We don’t have to. We could just have some takeout here.”
“Takeout here sounds good,” she says with another smile. “I like the idea of not going out.”
“Me, too,” I say. I’m sitting on a chair next to the bed. I stand and drape myself across her, propping myself up on an elbow deposited on the far side of her hips to look up at her. “I like the idea of staying here very much.”
Her eyes widen fractionally and then narrow: surprise followed quickly by lust. I guess the idea of doing it again hadn’t occurred to her yet. “Then it’s decided,” she declares.
“Right,” I agree with a smile. “You want to order now?”
“We might as well. I guess it’ll take a while to come, right?” she says. She sits up a little more, then presses the sheets to her chest to stop them from falling down, obviously having just realized that she’s still naked beneath them. She blushes.
“It will,” I say. I drag my eyes up and focus on her face, blinking to try to clear my head. “We’d better order fast before I get distracted.”
“Anything you want to order is fine with me,” she says quickly. “There. That should make it easier.”
I raise my eyebrows. “You don’t want to pick yourself?”
She shrugs. “Everything you’ve chosen for food so far has been amazing,” she says. “I trust your taste. Just choose something and be quick.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I say, grinning at how easily she orders me around. She flushes when she realizes what she said, but I don’t mind at all.
I grab my phone and quickly place an order online with one of my favorite places around here, then set it aside. “It’ll be here in half an hour, they say.”
“Half an hour,” she says, biting her lip. “What do you think?”
“I’d say it’s enough time,” I grin, and then I launch myself at her, climbing back into the bed and claiming her mouth in another round of desperate kisses.
This time, the urgency is less, or perhaps just different. This time it’s not about claiming her and making her mine because I’ve already done that. This time, the urgency is that I need her like I need the sun in the sky and oxygen in the air.
I can’t bear the thought of being interrupted by the delivery. I need to take her now, to mark her again while I have the chance.
“Ohhh,” she moans, breathy into my ear as I nuzzle her neck, and the sound turns me on like nothing else. I pull off the silk robe I had slipped on earlier and, remembering she is still naked under the sheets and rip them aside.
The moment our skin touches again is like everything in the world falling into place, into where it should be.
I kiss her hard and deep, my hands moving to her breasts, caressing them and teasing and pinching her nipples. Every time she gasps up into my mouth, I find myself pinching harder, wanting to push her right to the edge, to give her as much as she can take.