Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 105231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Spectacular.
She had always dreaded her rare visits to New York as a child because they usually involved some function that her parents were dragging her to. they would do their best to make her look exceptional.
When they all knew that she was simply just ordinary.
But right now, she could see the beauty of this city.
“Is everything all right?”
She let out a small cry and the glass in her hand slipped, smashing onto the floor. “Oh no! I’m so sorry!” She headed toward the kitchen, surely he had a broom and dustpan somewhere so she could quickly get this cleaned up.
Honestly, she was the worst house guest. She’d made such a mess!
“Freeze!” he barked.
She stilled.
“Jesus, you don’t have any shoes on. What were you thinking?” he demanded.
Great. He was mad at her. She closed her eyes, willing the tears to retreat. If she’d broken anything at home, her mother would be mad for ages. She’d usually stop talking to her. Or send her to her room.
She hated that she’d made Travis mad when he’d been nothing but kind to her.
“I’m so sorry! I’ll tidy it all up.”
“You will not.”
Oh God. Did he want her to leave right now? Was he that upset?
Before she could force her eyes open and ask him that, he wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her straight up into the air. She let out a gasp of shock as she opened her eyes. And then she found herself sitting on the kitchen island.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Getting you away from the glass,” he said. “Did you get any on your feet?”
Caren shook her head. She was still in shock over the way he’d lifted her, carrying her in front of him like a toddler. As though she weighed nothing at all.
“I don’t trust you to know,” he grumbled, grabbing one foot. She had to put her hand behind her to keep herself from flying back. He ran his hand over the base of her foot.
She couldn’t help but giggle at the sensation and she tried to wrench her foot away. “Hey! Let go!”
“No. Now stay still while I check your feet.”
“It’s hard to stay still when you’re tickling me!” she cried.
“Ticklish, huh? Good to know.”
Why would that be good to know? She squealed again as he took hold of her other foot, giving it the same treatment. Then he straightened, placing her foot down. To her shock, he moved closer, putting his hands on the counter on either side of her hips as he leaned against the counter. This meant that her legs had to part to make room for him and he had his firm stomach pressed against her pussy.
That was when she realized that he was only dressed in a pair of loose, gray sweatpants.
Fuck.
Anyone who didn’t think that gray sweatpants were sexy needed their head read. Because they were extremely hot. Especially on a man that had muscles for days. His chest was firm and she wanted to run her hands all over it.
Without thought, she reached out and placed her hand on his pec.
Shit.
It was too much. The only barrier between her pussy touching his bare skin was her panties since she wore a silk nightshirt that had ridden up her thighs.
She just wanted to touch him, to taste him.
“Baby,” he said in a low, gravelly voice. “You are pushing my control.”
“I like pushing your control.”
“You might not like what happens if I lose my hold on it.”
Caren leaned forward, placing both hands on his shoulders. “Show me.”
She really needed to learn to guard her words. She didn’t need to give in to every urge she had.
But when his lips touched hers, all she could think about was how she wanted more.
More of his hand squeezing her thigh, of his other hand squeezing the back of her neck. More of his tongue in her mouth, teasing and torturing her.
A low moan escaped her as he took command. His hand moved from her neck to the back of her head, dropping her back slightly so she relied on him to support her.
It wasn’t always easy for her to give her trust to someone. That was what she struggled with most when she went to a club. But when she did manage to let go and submit . . . it felt like a weight was lifted off her shoulders.
Travis shifted away slightly and she let out a small moan of protest. She didn’t want him to move, to go anywhere. She wanted more.
So much more.
But he didn’t move far, just enough so he could run his hand along the inside of her thigh.
A shudder ran through her. That felt so good.
“Please, please,” she whispered.
All she could do was feel.
Feel him touching her. Feel him taking control. Feel him licking her, tasting her.