Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 48187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
His heat scorches me as he steps close. When his lips press against the back of my neck, I smile.
“You’re beautiful, Lauren. I can honestly say, I’ve never seen anyone more fucking pretty than you.”
“You’re pretty hot yourself, Dr. Dan.”
He chuckles as he grips the zipper and eases it down its path. The cool air kisses my flesh as it’s exposed. His palms caress my bare back and then he pushes the fabric over my shoulders. The dress hits the floor with a soft sound, pooling at my feet. He expertly unhooks my strapless bra, allowing that too to fall to the floor. My nipples harden in anticipation.
“A thong looks good on you,” he rumbles, his hands gripping each ass cheek and squeezing. “A perfect ass should always be on display.” His thumbs hook into the top of my panties and he slides them off me. They drop to the floor with the rest of my clothes.
“Seems unfair I’m naked and you’re not,” I say with a breathless pout.
“I’ll rectify that soon, angel. Besides, I still have some unmet demands to fulfil.” He swats my ass, leaving a stinging handprint on my skin. “Get in the bath and wait for me.”
“Bossy,” I grumble.
“You like it.” He swats me again, sending me on my way.
It’s true. I do like it. I like him. Us together. The feeling of normalcy and hope threaded together. I hadn’t realized just how hopeless I’d been since Mom died that it seems so unique and beautiful staring me in the face.
His bathroom is fit for a king. Giant. Fancy as hell. The scent of lavender fills my nostrils and he already has several candles burning on the tub ledge. Bubbles are growing as the water fills. I haven’t taken a bath in ages. Never with a man. I’m eager and nervous all at once.
The water is nice and warm but not too hot. When I sit down, the bath is already filled enough for two people, so I turn off the water. It’s quiet as I wait for him. My side throbs with pain and I wince. It started up at dinner, but I sure as hell wasn’t about to admit that to Daniel. I don’t know if I hurt myself with all the walking or what.
I lean back and close my eyes, breathing slowly in hopes that the pain passes. Footsteps pad into the bathroom and I peek out from beneath my lashes.
God, he’s so gorgeous.
He’s missing his shirt and I’m shocked to find tattoos on one side of his ribs. It looks like black stitches and staples holding his side together. Words are written in cursive on his side. I’m curious until my eyes slide to the prominent V-shaped muscles that are his lower abdomen. I feel embarrassed of my small pooch of a stomach—that I blame on lack of exercise from not feeling well all the time—because he seems as though he’s etched in stone.
“You need me to hold still so you can get your fill?” he asks, an amused grin tugging at his lips.
With a body like his, a playful smile, and a full head of dark hair, he doesn’t look a day over twenty-five. Damn, he looks good.
“I’m waiting for the grand finale,” I tease, dipping my stare to his boxers.
Beneath the fabric, his cock is thick inside. And he’s not even hard. Just boxers filled with a gigantic penis that I’ve had the pleasure of rubbing on.
“I wouldn’t be a gracious host if I left you waiting,” he says with a teasing lilt in his voice. He sets down a bowl of grapes and a bottle of wine beside the tub before disappearing. A few minutes later he returns with some glasses. He fills the wineglasses up and then, with his eyes on me, he pulls off his boxers.
Now he’s hard.
His cock is impressive to look at. Long. Thick. Veiny. I’d seen it for just a bit last night, but in the bright lights of the bathroom, I am able to inspect every fine detail.
“Don’t forget the lights,” I remind him.
As much as I want to look at him, I’d rather not compare bodies. Mine needs work and his is too perfect for words. His brow lifts in that way that makes me think he’s watching my every move and focusing on every detail. He hits the lights and returns to the tub. The water rises with his weight as he sinks in with me. His arm hooks around my waist and he pulls me between his legs with my back resting against his chest.
I’m wound tight with nerves, but the moment he hands me my wine, I relax. I don’t know what I was expecting. Maybe for him to launch into fucking me or turn filthy. It would have been fine but…