Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
I smile. “That’s the spirit. I’m sure it’ll blow over in a week or two. Everyone has such a short attention span these days.” Thunder rumbles, making my gaze flick toward the sky. “This will blow over, too, but it’s going to take a while. I should get to the bunker and stock up on supplies before the sky opens up. I’ll be sure to grab a few things for you to wear, too. Something to sleep in and extra socks and things.” I motion toward the path leading down into the forest. “The treehouse is that way. Just be careful on the ladder and make sure you don’t let Clyde out on the way in.”
I start toward the trail on the opposite side of the clearing, but Nora slips in front of me. “You have clothes in this bunker?”
I nod.
She frowns. “Female clothes?”
I nod again.
“Why?” she asks, her eyes narrowing. “Are you planning on starting a commune or a harem or something out here? Is this a charismatic cult leader situation in the making? Because, if so, I want nothing to do with it. You’re charismatic, but not that charismatic.”
I step closer, unable to resist teasing her, just a little. I dip my face closer to hers, whispering, “So you don’t want to drink my Kool-Aid?”
She lifts her chin, bringing her mouth a breath away from mine, making me rethink the wisdom of flirting with this woman. Even something playful could quickly turn dangerous. The chemistry between us is one stray spark away from igniting into a fire neither one of us may be able to contain.
“No, I don’t,” she says softly, her breath warm on my lips. “I also don’t like to share.”
“I don’t like to share, either.” I clench my jaw, fighting the urge to reach for her with everything in me. “I’m strongly against it, in fact.”
She sways closer, until her breasts are almost brushing my chest and I can’t control my body’s response to her intoxicating Nora smell—like sea spray and a hint of lavender honey. My cock thickens, swelling thicker as she purrs, “So, you have a possessive side?”
“If you were mine, you’d be mine,” I hear myself say in a tone that does nothing to conceal how much I want to possess every inch of her.
Her lips part, and her breath comes faster. “You’d rip out the throats of any man who dared put his hands on me?”
“If they so much as looked at you too long,” I confirm. “But they wouldn’t. They’d take one look, see how satisfied you were, and get lost.”
“Satisfied in what way?” she asks, her fingers teasing against mine, making the situation below my belt even more uncomfortable.
“All your expectations would be met. And exceeded.” I don’t know why I’m playing this dangerous game, but I’m unable to stop myself for some reason. I guess I just want her to know how tempting she is, and how much I’d love to please her if the situation were different.
Her eyes flash with trouble and I instantly know I’ve taken things too far. Before I can backtrack, however, she whispers in the sexiest voice I’ve ever heard, “If I didn’t know better, Mr. McGuire, I’d think you were talking about making me come.”
And that’s it.
That’s the spark, the dangerous one I should have known better than to get too close to. I reach for her, but before I can wrap my arm around her waist, the sky opens up and cold rain floods down from the sky.
Nora gasps and grips my arms, but the fire of the moment has thankfully been extinguished.
For now.
“Get to the treehouse and dry off,” I shout over the increasingly loud raindrops battering the ground around us. “There are towels in a garbage bag under the bathroom sink. I’ll be back in thirty minutes or less.”
“Are you sure you don’t need help?” she asks, shielding her face from the rain as she begins to shiver.
“No, you don’t have a coat, let alone rain gear.” I turn up the hood on my own waterproof jacket. “Go. Get dry. I’ll be there soon. Remember not to let the cat out.”
“Okay, but be careful,” she says, backing toward the trail with her arms held overhead to block the worst of the storm. “Don’t get struck by lightning!”
“Too late,” I mutter beneath my breath as I turn in the opposite direction and jog toward the bunker.
A run in the cold rain should help get my head back in the right place. And if it doesn’t, I can always sleep in my SUV tonight. I’ve slept in worse places and nothing like freezing your ass off in a cold car to keep your mind on suffering instead of pleasure.
I can’t think of pleasure too much while Nora’s around.
That would be a good way to ensure this situation goes from bad to much, much worse.