Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
“I want everything with you, Cassie. I want the house and the wedding and the kids and your crazy hissing cat.”
I chuckle. “Snowball likes you.”
“Well, she has good taste.” He takes my hand and tugs me from the warmth of his truck. “Come on. You’ve been on your feet all night, taking care of everyone else. Let me take care of you now.”
He guides me to his bathroom where he has an oversized tub and walk-in shower. Pretty sure Micah was the one who told him to do this. He probably told him it would drive the value of the property up.
He’s always looking toward the future, always trying to take care of everyone. One day, I hope he finds a woman who takes care of him.
West starts the water and adds bubble bath with a lavender scent. I never imagined my grumpy cowboy would have a supply of bubble bath. Or that he could simply look at me and I’d feel myself melt.
While he busies himself gathering towels, I gather my hair into a hot pink scrunchie and peel my clothes from my body. By the time he’s back, I’m standing naked in the warm bathroom as the floral scent fills the air.
“Fuck.” He drops the towels and grabs the center of his jeans. “That’s a hell of a sight to walk in on.”
I shake my head at him even as I light up under his praise. There’s something special about knowing the man I’m with finds me irresistibly sexy. “You’re still wearing too many clothes for a bath, Mr. Kringle.”
He glances between me and the filling tub. “I said you were going to take a bath.”
I fake a pout. “You won’t join me?”
“Hell yeah, I will.” He’s out of his own clothes before he’s even finished talking and for the first time, I’m seeing my brother’s best friend naked. The sight makes my mouth go dry. All of that beautiful golden skin exposed to me and those tattoos that start on his forearms trace all the way up to his broad shoulders.
His pecs are dotted with dark hair that I can’t wait to run my fingers through. His stomach is flat but there’s no six-pack here and I love that. My man is at a healthy size and glancing down further, that’s not the only thing that’s a healthy size. My gaze widens when I see his cock with his big hand wrapped around it.
I gulp at the sheer size and his chuckle has me dragging my gaze back up to his face. “We’ll figure it out.”
I nod because I trust him. West always looks out for me. He’s always doing what’s best for me and sex won’t be any different. He’ll put me first. It’s what he does.
He helps me into the tub but not before I displace a lot of water. He just laughs it off and settles into the tub beside me. I don’t know if it’s the warm water or the trust between us, but I love the feeling of being squished up against his big, naked body.
“Now, it’s my turn to play.” I reach for his silky shaft just beneath the water. I move my fingertips up and down it, studying his body.
He swears again under his breath. “Love the feeling of your fingers touching me.”
“I love touching you.” I squeeze him lightly, remembering the way he squeezed himself earlier. “Does that feel good?”
He groans and leans forward to take one of my nipples in his mouth. There’s something about this that makes me feel so naughty. Having him suck my nipples while I jerk him off is making my pussy leak.
“Cassie…” He finally calls my name after we’ve spent long moments teasing each other. I slow my strokes. I’m learning that if I vary the pace, it keeps him from coming. “The first time I want to be inside of you.”
I’m so achy and desperate that I make a whimper of agreement.
“Get on top of me,” he commands in that deep, raspy tone of his.
“But I’ll squish you.” I’m pretty sure you can bend a guy wrong, can’t you? I definitely don’t want to bend him wrong.
“You won’t squish me.” He pants out another swear, and I glance up at his face. His eyes are wild, and his hair is mussed. “I don’t have enough control to be gentle with you right now. If you’re on top, you’ll limit the angle and depth. I won’t hurt you that way.”
“Show me what to do,” I tell him.
He guides me over his lap, and I’m squatting in the most awkward position ever. But I’m too nervous about hurting him to care about what he’s looking at right now. “Alright, slide down nice and slow.”
I hold my breath and align our bodies. I go down slow, only getting a little in before I stop. It’s too tight.