Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 17073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
“Your turn,” she pants, spinning around in the recliner.
I hate to see her ass go, but getting another glimpse of the perfect orbs hanging from her chest is a wonderful consolation.
Pressing my palm to her cheek to hold her in place as I fling my face back to hers, I lose myself in another kiss. Partly to give her a taste of what she so generously allowed me to fill up on, but mostly because I can’t get enough of this woman.
“Sure,” I say and part from our kiss. “But not tonight. Not here. I’d rather wait until we’re a little more comfortable to break this little body of yours.”
She giggles at the comment and rolls her eyes as she snakes her way off the recliner. “Is that so?” She crawls her way onto my lap. Her still-soaked thighs meet my aching cock, and she groans as she wriggles her hips against it.
“It kills me to say it, but yes.” Feeble words leave my devastated mouth.
One-night stands are one thing, but I don’t want to have one with Silver. If I’m going to do this, it’ll be done right. By the imaginary book of How To Be A Gentleman, so she knows I’m not just in it for a fling.
Her lower lip juts out in a pout, and she crosses her arms over her chest. “That’s not fair. I want it, and I want it now.” Her playful tantrum doesn’t extend to her eyes, making me sigh in relief.
I won’t be able to hold myself back any longer if she truly insists on taking what she wants right here, right now.
After another kiss and a few more minutes of Silver grinding against me, she stands up and prepares the recliner to use as a bed. I strip down to my boxers, and Silver doesn’t bother dressing more than her sports bra before we crumble into the chair together.
How the hell did I get here?
One minute, I’m trying to escape from the nightmare of my life, and the next, I’m in the arms of an angel who makes me believe everything will be okay.
But I’m not one to decline the miracles of life, and as I hold her soft body against mine, I realize this might be the biggest one so far.
6
SILVER
Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt.
A low hum against my side tears me from slumber. In the brief moment of hungover wake-up confusion, a sharp spike of fear runs up my spine at the feeling of two strong arms wrapped around my shoulders.
I’m so used to being and living alone that I only manage to still myself when I see Salvatore’s face. For such a rock-hard man, he’s wearing such a gentle smile as he nuzzles his way tighter into me.
Seeing him brings warmth to my heart, which quickly transfers to my cheeks as I remember what we did last night.
With a gentle peck to his cheek, Salvatore’s golden eyes open. The smile never breaks, and his gentle fingers make their way up to my cheek.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he says.
And yet again, my cheeks start to burn uncomfortably.
“Now, where did that come from?” I giggle to hide my embarrassment and shuffle out of his arms.
“The bottom of my heart.” Salvatore’s calm confidence is followed by a cheeky wink as he stretches out with more room on the recliner. “Where are you off to in such a hurry?” His eyes trail me across the room as I head for the door.
“To see if the storm has subsided.” As bad as the storms can be, and as much as I want to get home, I hope it hasn’t.
I’m not ready for our time together to end, at least not until I’ve gotten the chance to follow up with what we spoke about last night anyway. His tongue felt amazing, but I want the rest of him.
But I’ve got a feeling that the Lion is a busy man who will have to return to his life as soon as the opportunity presents itself. So I plod my way through the diner and back to the front, still wearing nothing but a smile, praying that black clouds hang overhead and spikes of ice rain down.
“How’s it looking out there?” Salvatore calls from the hallway. His head is the only part of him sticking out of the door.
“It’s…” My heart sinks as I reach the giant glass windows looking outside. Snow still falls, and there are clouds, but they are the furthest thing from dangerous I’ve seen in a long time. “It’s clear.”
“You sound sad about it.” Salvatore steps into the hallway, wrapping the blanket we shared around his broad shoulders.
“I am a little,” I sigh. Admitting it makes me sound pathetic, but I’ve got one chance at letting him know I’m not finished with him yet. Better make it count.