Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
“I need more,” he murmurs, dropping his hands on either side of me, not giving a shit that with his body pressed against mine, his cum is spreading all over us. “More of you. Tonight can’t be the only night I get with you. I’ll take any day or night you’ll give me. Please.”
The desperation in his voice causes me to choke up. I’ve never had a man want me like this—like I’m the air he needs to survive—and it makes me want to throw my fears out the window and give him everything…all of me. Because this is what I’ve always wanted. To be someone’s everything. And in this moment, as Nate looks at me, it’s as if I’m just that to him.
But I know this is the oxytocin and dopamine talking. Tomorrow, when we’re no longer orgasm-drunk, we’ll be thinking clearly.
So, I say the only thing I can say even though it hurts like hell. “Tonight is all we can have.”
Nate sighs but nods because he respects my boundaries enough to accept them even if he doesn’t agree with them.
“Then I’m going to make the most of it.” He presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth and then sits up. “First, we shower, and then we’ll call for new sheets because you soaked the hell out of them when you squirted.”
“What?” I gasp, scrambling back.
Sure enough, in between us is a huge wet spot.
“Oh my God,” I groan in embarrassment. “I swear that’s never happened.”
“Good.” Nate smirks. “That means none of those other assholes were able to make you come as hard as I did.”
He’s not wrong.
“On second thought.” He glances from the wet spot back up to me. “We’d better keep the sheets on the bed for now because I have every intention of making you squirt all over my face again.”
Without giving me a chance to argue, he scoops me up into his arms and carries me to the shower, where he makes me come again before he does exactly as he promised and makes me come all over his mouth…twice more.
And the entire time, I have to keep reminding myself that tomorrow, despite wanting to keep Nate forever, I’m going to have to let him go.
chapter nine
NATE
I should be asleep. It’s nearly six in the morning, and I’ve yet to go to sleep. But my brain won’t shut down long enough for me to fall asleep. This happens when I’m immersed in a project or there’s an issue that needs to be handled.
As the COO of Bradford Hotels, I’m the go-to man. My dad might wear the CEO title, but I’m the person everyone goes to when they need an approval or have a question. So, everything tends to rest on my shoulders.
And when something’s wrong, when there’s a situation that needs my attention, my brain goes into overdrive. It doesn’t stop until I’ve figured out a solution, and then I crash.
Right now, my brain is in overdrive because I have a situation that I can’t control—Paige. She’s lying next to me, her head tucked into the crook of my arm, her body and limbs half thrown over me, like she’s the most adorable octopus.
She started off sleeping on her side of the bed, but then she gravitated toward me. It’s been a long time since I slept in a bed with a woman, even longer since I allowed one to cuddle with me. And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t notice how perfectly she fits against me.
Which is why I can’t sleep. Because it’s been less than forty-eight hours since I met her, and I already know I could fall in love with her. The woman makes it too damn easy with her soft smiles and melodic laughs and the way she wears her heart on her sleeve. She was kicked to the ground, but she’s strong and positive, and she refuses to let anything keep her down. She got up, shook herself off, and held her head up high.
One day, some guy is going to see how amazing she is, and he’s going to get to keep her, unlike me. Because we live four hours away from each other. Four fucking hours. An hour by plane. But Paige has a life in Houston, and I have one in Dallas, and no matter how much I try to solve that problem, it comes back to the fact that one of us would have to move. And neither of us is in a position to do so. Which means when we get back to the hotel in a couple of hours, I have to let her walk away.
“Why aren’t you sleeping?” Paige murmurs, her voice raspy from sleep.
She stretches her arms and legs, and when they glide across my body, her eyes widen as she realizes she’s spread out across me.