Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 147545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 738(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 738(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
I shrug, pulling my panties up. “I’m happy with my decision.”
His lips tug up and he shakes his head. “Guess I should start keeping one in my wallet.”
I nod my agreement. “You should give me a backup for my purse, too. We need to always be prepared.”
“I’m glad you like sex,” he tells me.
“Oh, yes. It turns out I like it very much.”
CHAPTER 19
CASSIE
Tor holds my hand as we walk into the lake house tonight, and I find I’m not as distracted by the dreaded entryway as I thought I might be.
He grabs us a couple of fresh bottles of water from the fridge, then we head straight up to his bedroom.
I still need to shower—first from work, now because I got sweaty and Tor came inside me again, and I’m not trying to have babies anytime soon.
Just like I did a couple of nights ago, I close the door to his bathroom. A clean towel is already set out on the counter with a washcloth on top, and beside them is a royal blue scrap of material, folded up so I can’t quite make out what it is. When I unfold it and hold it up, a blue lace thong falls to the floor.
Cocking an eyebrow, I look at the scrap of blue material. The lace is soft, not itchy, but the negligee is completely see-through. Small triangles of material cover the tits, but this nightwear definitely wasn’t designed with coverage in mind.
I suppose I could just grab a T-shirt out of his closet to wear over this, but I kind of like the idea of putting it on for him. He obviously picked this out because he liked it.
A little smile tugs at my lips as I bend down to retrieve the dropped underwear—if you can call it that. It’s so ridiculously pointless, I might just go without panties. I wonder what Tor will think when he notices I’m completely naked underneath.
I bite my lip with anticipation as I open the shower door and lean in to turn on the water. Quickly, I get out of my clothes, and just as I’m turning to check the temperature, the bathroom door opens.
My eyes widen in surprise. I didn’t lock it tonight, but I didn’t expect him to come in, either.
Tor closes the door behind him, then turns to face me. “Decided I might as well shower with you.”
I smile. “How environmentally friendly of you.”
“Oh, yeah. That’s the reason.”
“I know,” I say as he catches me around the waist, pulling my naked body against his. He’s fully clothed, but the imbalance doesn’t bother me. “You’re such a Good Samaritan.”
“Oh, yeah,” he says playfully, leaning close enough to steal my breath. “The best.”
I smile, and he leans down to steal a kiss. I wrap my hands around his neck, my heart fluttering as his perfect lips meet mine.
Once he’s had his fill—for the moment—he lets me go and drags his hoodie over his head. He steps out of his jeans, then his boxer briefs. His cock hangs between his muscular thighs, drawing my attention as he steps into the shower and adjusts the temperature to his liking.
I wait, unsure if he’s staying or coming back out.
“Get in here,” he says, answering my unasked question.
My heart leaps a little, and I step inside the shower with him, pulling the spotless glass door closed behind me.
“No funny business,” I warn him, even as he grabs my waist and pulls my body flush against his. “We cannot have sex without a condom anymore. We just can’t.”
His lips find my neck, the enclosure already filling with steam. “We can do whatever we want.”
I shake my head, disagreeing. “It’s too risky. If you want me to go on birth control, I can, but until I do…” I gasp as he nips at my neck, then kisses the spot he lightly bit.
“I’m good with condoms for now,” he murmurs, trailing kisses along the front of my throat. “Don’t worry. I’ll wait until we’re back in the bedroom to fuck you again.”
“Thank you,” I murmur as he walks me backward, planting me against the tile wall.
He slides his hand down between my legs. “You didn’t say anything about touching, though.”
And touch me, he does.
He makes me come again and turns me right back into silly putty. I’m too languid to function after that, so he takes charge, moving me around the shower, beneath the spray and out of it, even shampooing and conditioning my hair for me. He kisses my neck and shoulders as he washes my tits, then he slides his hand between my legs again—thankfully, just to wash me this time. He already said he plans to fuck me again, and I don’t know how many orgasms my body can take in one night.
After the shower, I put on the flimsy little thing he bought me and do a little spin for him. The heat in his gaze as he watches me gives my tummy a little thrill.