Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 114068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
“Your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks?”
I blink. “Yeah.”
“I read about it. How they can be more intense because of the increased blood flow to”—he clears his throat, a pink flush working its way up the thick column of his throat—“that area.”
I surprise us both by laughing.
“What?” he asks.
“Of course you read about it.”
I want you more than words can say, but I’m still scared.
He runs a hand over his face, his expression pained. “I just wanna know what’s goin’ on with you is all. So I can, you know, be there for you.”
My heart dips. “You’ve been wonderful, Duke. Thank you. Sincerely.”
“Thanks for saying that.” His Adam’s apple bobs. “I’m trying my best.”
I know you are, cowboy.
“And don’t worry. I asked Dr. Martinez if it was okay—”
“I’m not worried.” He runs his hand over his face again before dropping it to his hip. “Or I should say, that’s not what I’m worried about.”
I finally have the peace of mind to attempt to cover myself, crossing my arms over my chest. “What are you worried about?”
God, I wanna ask you to come in.
“How fucking gorgeous you look,” he replies hoarsely.
Now it’s my stomach dipping, a sudden drop that gives me a wobbly feeling in my knees. Heat flares to renewed life between my legs.
“That’s something to be worried about?” I manage.
“Yeah, sweetheart. Me walking in on you making yourself come in my shower and looking fucking beautiful while doing it is definitely something to be worried about.”
I don’t know what to say, so I drop my arms and blurt, “My boobs are bigger.”
Do I just freaking ask him to take off his clothes already and get in here? I shouldn’t.
I really, really shouldn’t.
He runs his tongue over his bottom lip, his nostrils flaring as his eyes lock on my breasts. “I can tell.”
“And sensitive. Really sensitive. Everywhere.”
He makes a strangled sound and drops his head.
“Are you okay?” I breathe.
“Naw, Blue.” He shakes his head. “I ain’t okay.” And then he looks up, the naked hunger in his blue eyes sending my pulse into a tailspin. “You gonna ask me to join you? Or am I gonna have to beg?”
Oh God. Oh my fucking God.
I don’t know what any of this means or where this is going. All I know is I want this man more than I want my next breath.
He’s already making this fun.
Already being playful and intense and all the things that I apparently find irresistible in the opposite sex.
Maybe because I like being playful too.
“You as desperate as you look, cowboy?”
He reaches for his belt. The muscles in his forearms bunch and release as he unbuckles it, yanking it through his belt loops with a single, vicious tug. He drops it on the floor, the buckle hitting the tile with a metallic thud. “Been desperate for you all damn day. Every day. All the days, ever since Aspen.”
“Would you get on your knees for me?”
His jaw twitches, one side of his mouth curling upward. Without a word, he drops down one leg at a time. “What else you want, sweetheart?”
“Your hat. Your shirt. Take it all off.”
Reaching up, he takes off his hat and sets it on its crown on the vanity. Then he bends his elbow and gathers the back collar of his shirt in his fist, tugging it over his head in one smooth, wildly sexy motion.
My eyes catch on the wiry, dark blond hair that covers his chest. He’s thick everywhere, shoulders and arms and abs, and my entire being pulses with the knowledge that I get to have all that.
I get to have him. I feel downright giddy. And relieved.
He runs a hand through his thick hair, which is matted thanks to the hat and likely some sweat too.
“Now your jeans. Take all that off, and then”—I lick my lips—“I want you to take yourself in your hand. Get yourself ready for me.”
He chuckles, a dark, low sound I feel in my nipples, and unzips his jeans. “Blue, you best believe I’m ready. Hard as shit already. See?” He reaches inside his briefs and pulls out his dick.
He is hard.
He’s also huge and already leaking.
He pumps his hand slowly, his stomach caving as he sucks in a breath. “You know how many times I’ve done this thinking of you?”
I put a hand on the glass. “I was thinking about you too.”
“You were?” His expression softens for a beat, even as the tendons in his neck pop while he strokes himself a little faster. “What was I doing?”
Loving me.
“You were just…you.” I swallow thickly. “You said you were willing to beg. So beg.”
He smirks, his chest heaving. “Please. Please, sweetheart, let me make you feel good. I can’t—” He makes a choking sound as he thumbs his tip, the playfulness in his expression morphing into hard, almost pained need. “I can’t take it anymore. Bein’ apart from you. I dream all the time about touching you again. Hearing you say my name while I make you come. The look on your face when I come inside you—I miss it. I miss you. So fucking much. So please, Blue, put me out of my goddamn misery already and ask me to touch you.”