Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 81584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
“Why?” My back arched as his lips found my nipple and tugged.
He lifted his head to meet my eyes. “Not into the club drama,” he said, his voice low. “Knew if things went sideways, we’d be right in the middle of it.”
I nodded. I’d had the same thought, but that was before the first time we’d slept together. After that, I would’ve sacrificed almost anything.
“What changed your mind?” I asked, framing his face in my hands.
He paused for a moment. “Stopped thinkin’ about it. Knew it didn’t fuckin’ matter.”
“You just kept showing up for me anyway,” I said softly, running my thumbs over his cheeks.
“Whatever you need,” he agreed simply.
“Kiss me again.”
He did.
We made out like a couple of teenagers, his mouth detouring to my breasts, my neck, my stomach. The blankets stayed between us, still tangled up around my waist. Eventually, his hand slid beneath them and into my shorts. I arched off the bed as his fingertips thrummed over my clit. He traced every curve and valley, memorizing me as he sucked at my nipples. My body was on fire, but for once, I wasn’t reaching toward my orgasm with both hands.
I wanted to revel in the feelings. I never wanted it to end.
Any time I reached for his boxers, he moved away. By the time I came, his name gravelly and rough as it left my mouth, my hands were clenched tightly in his hair.
“Now you,” I gasped, reaching for him again.
“Not tonight,” he murmured, kissing me softly.
“Gray,” I complained, still trying.
“Not tonight, baby,” he repeated, his hand on my cheek.
“Why not?” I snapped.
“You think you can sleep now?” he asked, ignoring the question.
“You just got me off so I could sleep?” Insecurity smacked me in the face.
“I got you off because I wanted to watch,” he replied calmly. “Because I wanted your tits in my mouth, and I wanted my fingers in your cunt, and I wanted to watch you fuckin’ lose it.”
My eyes widened.
“Do you think you can sleep?”
“Maybe.”
“Good.” He kissed me again and climbed off the bed.
“Seriously?”
I lay there, stewing, as he got back into his bed. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched him put his fingers into his mouth, idly cleaning them as he opened his book with the other hand.
My core clenched. Fuck that.
Throwing back the blankets, I marched around his bed and climbed in on the far side. I scooted all the way over until I was plastered against his side.
He looked down at me in amusement.
“Not a word,” I muttered.
He smiled. Half a minute later, he was yanking me over him, scooting so that I was lying in the spot he’d been in, and he was in the center of the bed. Reaching over me, he turned off the light.
“What was the point of that?” I grumbled as he lay down and tucked me into his front.
“I sleep by the door.”
Arching my back, I smiled as his hand gripped my hip to hold me still. He was as hard as a rock, even if he didn’t plan on doing anything with it.
My eyes grew heavy as the arm under my head curved down, his hand covering my breast.
“I think I can sleep now,” I murmured, kissing his bicep.
“Good,” he whispered, leaning down to brush his lips over my bare shoulder.
When I woke up later, Gray was passed out behind me. One hand was still covering my breast. The other had tucked down inside the front of my shorts.
I fell back asleep.
The next morning, I woke up to sunlight pouring through the gap in the motel’s curtains.
“Mornin’,” Gray said from his spot at the table. Doughnuts and his trusty book were sitting in front of him.
“What time is it?” I asked, leaning up as I brushed my hair out of my face. I didn’t remember that I was still topless until the blankets fell, and cold air brushed over my bare skin.
Gray looked me over. I felt it everywhere.
“Eleven thirty.”
“For real?” I asked, looking back at the window. I never slept late. “Why didn’t you wake me?”
“You needed the sleep.”
“We should’ve been on the road hours ago.”
“Says who?” he asked in amusement. “Got somewhere you need to be?”
“No.”
“Then we’ll get on the road when we get on the road.”
“Well, next time wake me,” I said, shoving the blankets off my legs so I could get out of bed.
“Not gonna happen,” he said, watching me as I crossed the room.
The expression on his face was the best kind of ego boost. I pulled my shoulders back.
“Why not?” I asked as I reached him, stepping around his legs until I was straddling his lap.
“You need the sleep. I’m not gonna fuck with that.” He let out a low groan when I lowered onto his lap.
“Is this what we’re doing now?” I asked, running my hands through the hair that he hadn’t yet pulled back for the day. “I didn’t think so, but then last night…”