Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 154595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
She pressed her face against his neck and he had to fight hard to keep himself still.
Comfort.
Not sex.
Fuck, he’d missed her, though. The scent of her. The feel of her against him. She was in his head all the time. Kind of unnerving when he’d never felt this way about anyone before.
He moved his hand down her back. “I see that Squish has a new outfit on.”
“Yeah, I’m making it for Mr. Hemsworth.”
“Mr. Hemsworth?” he paused.
“Yeah, not the actual actor, obviously. Mrs. Worthington is my best client. She buys all sorts of outfits for her dog, Mr. Hemsworth.”
“And she wanted a leopard-print tutu?” he asked carefully.
“Uh-huh, Mr. Hemsworth is really into leopard print. And he’s taking ballet lessons.”
“A dog who takes ballet lessons? That can’t be a real thing.”
“It is. She sent me some videos. He’s really good. It’s his talent in his upcoming pageant. I’m moving on to his pageant dress next. It’s going to be amazeballs.”
“Can’t wait to see it.”
She leaned back and grinned up at him. “I know you’re just humoring me. You don’t have to pretend to care.”
He frowned at that. “I care.”
She snorted, but buried her face back in his neck. “This is nice.”
It was. He didn’t think it would be. He wasn’t the cuddling type. But she seemed to turn everything on its head. He massaged her scalp and she sighed.
“What did you spill on your top?”
“Chocolate.”
“Hot chocolate?”
“No, chocolate sauce. I was eating waffles.”
That explained what was on her mouth. Actually. He tilted her head back and then licked his finger before he wiped the sauce off the side of her mouth.
Then he kissed her lightly. “All clean.”
She grimaced. “Sorry I’m always such a mess.”
“You’re not a mess.”
She raised her eyebrows and he found himself nearly grinning. “Are you lying to me?”
“Not lying,” he told her.
She huffed out a breath and rubbed at her face, looking even more tired than before.
His poor girl.
“Can I . . . can you just hold me for a bit longer? Please?” Her voice broke slightly at the end and it tore at his heart.
“Hold you as long as you need, girl.”
She buried her face back into his neck and he leaned back, trying to get comfortable on her hard as rocks sofa. But it was worth any discomfort he felt to soothe her like this.
She pressed her lips to his neck, nuzzling at him. “I like this.”
So did he.
But he was growing more and more aroused as she continued to nuzzle at his neck.
She reached for the buttons of his shirt, undoing them until she revealed his chest. Then she pressed her face into his skin, rubbing it back and forth. Like she was a cat scent marking.
For some reason, he found that sexy as shit. Like she was marking him as hers. Then her mouth surrounded his nipple and sucked.
Holy. Fuck.
She had to know how that was affecting him. Waves of arousal rushed through him. But she just kept sucking. As though it was giving her comfort. He counted backwards from fifty as he ran his hand up and down her back.
This was about looking after her.
Stop thinking with your damn dick.
Then she drew her mouth away and turned on his lap, putting her mouth back on his neck to suck and lightly bite. She moved her hips up and down, rubbing herself against him.
Maybe she wasn’t as sleepy as he’d thought.
“Do you need to come, girl?” he asked in a low voice.
“Uh-huh. Yes. Touch me? Please?”
“Good girl for using your manners.”
Fuck, he hadn’t meant to say that. He waited for her to react. But she just started kissing along his chest, down to his other nipple. She ran the flat of her tongue over it.
“I want to taste you.”
“Sure, girl?”
“Yes. Yes, I need to.”
“If you’re too tired then we don’t—”
She looked down at him with such a ferocious glare that amusement filled him. Lord, she was a handful. More than a handful.
But he wouldn’t have her any other way. He grabbed her ass cheeks in his hands, squeezing them firmly. She rose up, then kissed him. Fuck, she was gorgeous.
He moved one hand up to the back of her neck, holding her still as he kissed her. He wasn’t capable of letting her take the lead for too long.
“Please. Please,” she begged as she kissed down his chest.
“Stand up,” he ordered. “Strip off your tracksuit. You can leave your socks on. And your panties,” he added. He didn’t know if she was wearing a pad or tampon, but thought she might be more comfortable leaving her panties on.
She drew everything off hastily. Then she was standing there, heaving for breath. Her full breasts moved up and down, and he drew her between his open legs. Cupping one breast, he held it up so he could lap at her nipple. He knew that nipples could be far more sensitive when a woman was on their period, so he was careful.