Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
He remains silent as he strips out of his clothes, letting them pile up on the floor, before stepping close and doing the same to me. I raise my arms for him and allow him to strip me naked, as well.
My body coils with need. Wetness coats my thighs, and the ache building there is almost unbearable. He watches me, those hazel eyes trying to communicate without words. What I see in them is desire, need, and dare I say love? I might be projecting because this man owns my heart. Him and his son. They are a two-for-one deal that will only be for me.
“You ready for bed, baby?” he asks, and my heart literally skips a beat. I’ll never get tired of hearing him call me baby.
“Is that what you want?” I ask, finding my voice through the desire and the love for this man that’s leaving me breathless.
“Do I want my girl naked in my bed? Is that a real question?” he asks, tilting his head to the side to study me.
We don’t usually sleep naked since we have a toddler in the house. And while he’s still young enough that we could probably get away with it, that’s not what we do. So, the fact that he stripped us both bare and then wants to sleep, surprises me. Instead of answering him, I peel back the covers on what I now consider my side of the bed and climb in.
“You’re beautiful,” he says, walking to his side of the mattress, turning out the light, and joining me under the covers.
The room is dark, and my body is still coiled tightly with my need for him. But it looks like I’m getting a softer version of Baker tonight, and that’s okay with me, even if I wish he would touch me.
The thought barely finishes when I feel his hand slide over, and he links his fingers with mine. “I love having you here, Sloane, in my home and in my bed. Cam does, too. We truly missed you today.”
I swallow hard, emotions welling in my throat. “I missed you guys, too.”
Finally, he rolls over, and I move closer, so close that his warm skin presses against my own. “Can I show you, baby?”
“Please,” I say, and even I can hear the pleading in my tone.
Slowly, his hand lands on my cheek, and his lips find mine. He kisses me for what feels like hours, taking his time, never once rushing until we both need air. His hands begin to roam. His thumb brushes over one hard nipple, then the next, causing me to moan. He continues his exploration, moving his hand over my quivering belly, to the place where I’ve been aching for his touch. Slowly, his fingers glide over me. I should be embarrassed by how wet I am, but I’m too turned on to care. Besides, he did this to me. His words, his kisses, and his touch are the culprit.
“Is all this for me?”
“All you,” I reply, breathless.
“You feel like silk on my fingers,” he rasps, tracing my folds, before lightly grazing his thumb over my clit. I lift my hips, needing more. More of his touch and more of him. Just more.
“Wait until you see how it feels on your cock,” I blurt, and he chuckles.
“You want my cock?” he asks huskily.
“You know I do.”
He falls back to the mattress. “Come and get it. Take what’s yours,” he says, again slaying me with his words, and he has no idea.
Not needing further motivation, I toss my leg over his and straddle him. I grip his cock, stroking him a few times. The only reaction I get is his grip on my thighs tightening with each stroke. Lifting, I guide him to my entrance and slowly sink down until all I feel is full.
Full of him.
“Fuck,” he murmurs as I rock my hips. “You’re so tight and wet,” he croaks, sitting up so that we’re chest to chest. His large, calloused hand slides behind my neck and guides me into a kiss.
I’ve never felt this close to another person in my entire life. It’s as if he’s reaching inside my body and touching my soul. We’re making love, and I want so badly to tell him that he owns my heart, but I don’t want to blurt it out during sex. Soon, I’ll tell him. Soon, I think, as his other hand slides between us and grazes my clit.
“Oh, yes. I’m close,” I pant against his lips.
“I need you to get there. Fast, baby. I can’t hang on much longer. You feel too good, too perfect,” he says, kissing me again.
His words hit their mark, and my orgasm explodes like a stick of dynamite inside my body. Wave after wave of pleasure rolls through my veins as I dig my nails into his shoulders.