Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
“All right, it’s off the table.”
“Don’t smirk at me.”
I hadn’t realized I was. I must have slipped, so I drop it. “My apologies. I’ll do better.”
“Don’t patronize me either.” She puts her hands on her hips, making the oversized shirt she has on cling tighter to her chest. Fuck, she doesn’t have a bra on. The sight goes straight to my dick. I want to grab hold of her and never let go.
"I'm agreeing with you."
"Well, don't." She stomps off toward the bathroom. The door slams closed behind her. While that was cute, I can't be having it.
Chapter Ten
ELLIE
What is wrong with that man? All agreeing with me and apologizing. What is he getting at? Oh, and I know he was totally flexing his thighs while sitting in that chair. He’s trying to seduce me. How does he know about my small obsession with his thighs—who am I kidding? With all of him.
I let out a scream as the bathroom door flies open, spinning around to see Ronan standing in the doorway. He takes up the whole thing!
"I locked that."
"Don't run from me or lock doors between us." He steps into the bathroom. I step back, my ass hitting the sink. "In fact, don't close doors, period."
"You're not the boss of me." I have a feeling he might be.
"And that's where you're wrong."
I don’t get a chance to say anything before his hand is in my hair and his mouth is on mine. Once it is, all the smartass comments I could hurl at him slip away into oblivion. He may not be the boss of me, but he is of my body.
All of my control falls to the wayside every time he touches me. It was bad enough how obsessed I was with him when I was only seeing him through a screen. My body already craved him, and he hadn’t even touched me. I’ll never recover from this. Yet I can’t stop myself from wanting more.
I moan into his mouth, kissing him back. Ronan’s mouth dominates mine, his tongue filled with promises that have all parts of my body buzzing. When he finally breaks the kiss, I’m dazed and trying to catch my breath.
“No locked doors.”
“No locked doors,” I repeat without a thought. Damn it. He can boss me all around.
“You want a shower?”
“I probably should.” I release the front of his shirt that I clung to at some point. A shower will give us space and help me get my head on straight.
“All right,” he agrees, sitting me down on the bathroom counter. “Your feet, babe.”
“Oh.” I drop my legs from around his waist. When the hell did I do that?
"You okay?" He tilts his head, leaning down so he can see my face clearly.
"I'm awesome, the best."
"I know, but I meant your mood."
"That's what I was referring to," I say, a tad confused. My brain is slow because when he steps back, it dawns on me that he was agreeing that I am awesome and the best. Why does hearing that from him make me want to preen?
"Then, shower it is." He walks over to the shower, turning it on. I think he's going to leave, but I watch as he reaches one hand behind his head, pulling his shirt off.
My mouth falls open. The computer did this man no justice. My mouth feels like a damn desert all of a sudden. This is too much. I should turn away, but we all know that’s not going to happen.
I allow my eyes to roam over him. In person, his broad chest appears larger, his biceps bigger, his abs well-defined. I mean, the list goes on and on. I heard a camera can add five pounds, but I didn’t know it could be five pounds of muscle. The man is all hard lines and thickness. He doesn’t have the type of body you get from hours in the gym. Ronan is built this way, and I’m sure manual labor is a part of it.
"What are you doing?"
"We're showering."
"I'm showering." I point to myself so that we're both clear. "You can't shower with me."
"I'm showering with you." We stare at each other. How does he do that? He states things confidently, as if they are facts, leaving no room for further discussion.
I may have been open to the idea of showering with him. I might have even daydreamed about it a few times, but he's all sexiness, and I'm chubby. There’s no way in hell I’m getting naked in front of him.
"We can't shower together," I tell him again.
"Who is going to stop me?" He folds his arms over his chest. Gah! This should piss me off. Okay, it does, but it turns me on more.
"I'm not getting naked in front of you."
His brows lift. "You've seen me naked." Watch a guy masturbate one time and you never hear the end of it.