Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 44254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
But I thought it just twitched like he was getting hard for me.
He certainly is a god – his torso ripples with muscle, his chest bulges, and a light smattering of steel-colored hair across his ripped muscles. His stomach is a rock-hard sheet of muscle, so hard it catches the light coming from his bedroom, shining temptingly.
“Is everything okay?” I ask.
“Just a little accident. I’m taking him downstairs now. Can’t sleep?”
I shake my head.
“Come keep us company, then, if you want.”
He turns without another word, leaving me to study the broadness of his back, the sinews of his strong body. He’s got a few scars crisscrossing here and there.
And then he rounds the corner, leaving me to wonder if I should follow him.
But I don’t have to make a decision. My legs do that for me, sending me after him.
I find him at the back door, standing there like a sculpture of solid muscle. He turns to me, his eyes seeming to glisten with intensity, moving up and down my body.
I’m sure I do not imagine this. He’s looking me up and down as though searching me.
“Are you okay?” I murmur, the only thing I can think to say.
“No,” he says, his voice low, husky.
He walks over to me and stands so close his scent moves all around me, through me, and makes me ache with how close he is. My nipples rub tantalizingly against my shirt.
My sex tingles, rubbing against my shorts.
“Why not?” I whisper.
“I…” He takes a step back, letting out a shuddering breath. “Do me a favor. Go wait in the living room.”
“Why?”
“Because if you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to kiss you.”
I gasp. He moves away quickly, walking barefoot into the garden, walking into the security lights, and watching as Shelby sniffs up and down.
Did I just hear him right?
As I walk on floaty legs toward the living room – all I can do is what he says, or that’s what it feels like – I replay his words.
He’s going to kiss me.
Maybe I misheard.
He could’ve said kill.
He’s going to kill me because…I’m annoying him by following him around.
But he was the one who told me to come downstairs.
He’s going to cuss, as in, cuss me out?
I wring my hands together, trying to make sense of it. They’re the kind of words I always imagined him saying, but they’re so much sweeter in real life…if this is real, if I’m not dreaming, hallucinating.
He returns around five minutes later, alone, his huge frame filling the doorway. I’m conscious of the fact this room is the furthest possible from Lizzy’s, and I wonder if that’s on purpose.
This is so wrong. If it’s real, we should stop.
“Where’s Shelby?” I ask.
“Sleeping in his bed upstairs. He’s getting good at that, relaxing. But I’m not.”
“No?”
He walks across the room, standing over me, every muscle bulging in his naked torso. I look at his groin quickly, and there’s no doubt about it now.
His manhood is hard, a massive outline in the shorts, the fabric shifting around it as he stares down at me.
“I can’t,” he says, voice deeper than usual. “Not with you around, and you’re not wearing a bra. Not when you look at me like you’re aching to be kissed. Stand up, Danni.”
My legs make me rise as though his voice is a command. I can’t stop my body from trembling, the pulsing in my core, my clit, and my heart whelming and sparkling with thoughts he could want me.
“Hell,” he says gruffly. “You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?”
“I….” Laughter is the only natural thing I can respond with. “No, I honestly don’t.”
He smirks, walking around the couch and then right up to me. My whole body is pulsing in time with my frenetic heartbeat.
But I’m also thinking about Lizzy upstairs.
I know she’s a deep sleeper – we’ve had countless sleepovers – but that doesn’t mean she won’t wake up. It doesn’t mean she won’t catch us, won’t hate us for what we’re doing.
“Is this real?” I whisper.
He takes my hips in his hands, squeezing and making a deep growling noise, his eyes widening as though he can’t believe how good it feels. How good I feel.
Electricity sparks between us.
“You’re so gorgeously curvy,” he says. “And yes, it’s real.”
He wraps his arms around me, leaning down and getting closer.
And I know this is it.
The moment I’ve been waiting for.
And, considering my friendship with Lizzy, the last thing I should want.
CHAPTER TEN
Dominic
I know we should stop.
I’ve known it since she opened the door, standing there with her horny nipples tempting me through her vest's thin fabric, with those delicious meaty legs on display.
I’ve known it since I felt the base of my cock throbbing and swelling.
I had a chance as I was putting Shelby to bed.