Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 115308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Her eyes narrowed as she sat up to slide off the bed. “I wasn’t the only one who came multiple times or came hard, Baird McMillan.”
“I know, beautiful. I’ve never come harder in my life. Trust me.”
Maia’s expression softened with the shyness that was incongruous to the confident woman she presented to the world. It had me jumping out of bed and grabbing her up in my arms to carry her to the shower. Her giggles made my chest tighten and expand as I gently eased her onto her feet.
That feeling, this overwhelming feeling that wanted to explode from me … it was happiness, I realized.
It was fucking bliss.
Those three little words bubbled on my lips, and I kissed her to stop them. She wasn’t there yet. But I had hope now more than ever that she’d get there, eventually.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
MAIA
Ihad to borrow one of Baird’s tees after we showered. It was massive on me, hanging off one shoulder and bagging over the top of my skirt. My wet hair was knotted on top of my head to be dealt with once we arrived at my place. As I waited for Baird to dress for the day, I sipped a coffee and tried hard not to rub at my eyes.
While the most phenomenal sex of my life was worth the blurred vision and gritty pain of wearing my contacts overnight, they were really starting to bother me. I was itching to rip them out of my eyeballs. In fact, the irritation was almost, but not quite enough, to ruin my afterglow.
Every time I thought about last night or this morning, my skin would flush from the tip of my toes to the top of my head. I wasn’t kidding when I told Baird I was a wee bit sore. The last time I’d been sore after sex was the first with Charlie. It wasn’t just Baird’s “monster cock.” It was Baird. Sex with him … I’d never felt so free in bed before. It was invigorating and vigorous!
I realized up until last night, I’d been an overthinker during sex. Not that I’d slept with a ton of people, but I’d had three boyfriends between Charlie and Will. With every one of them I’d thought: Is he enjoying it? If I move my hips a little, would it help make me come? Would that make me seem greedy? Do I look good from this angle? Did the fact that he didn’t look at me mean he’s bored?
Toward the end of my relationship with Will, I’d gone from overthinking it to feeling apathetic about his or my own enjoyment. Sometimes it was good. Sometimes it was meh. I still used my vibrator a fair bit whenever I was by myself in my flat. With Baird, I doubt I’d have time to even think about my vibrator unless he was using it on me.
With Baird, it was like everything condensed down to feeling. Experiencing. I lost myself in the bliss of being with him. There was no overthinking. Because I believed he was lost in it with me. When he looked at me … goodness, I could come from that awed expression on his face alone.
I smiled dreamily even as I rubbed at my eyes.
“Where did you go?”
I looked up from my perch at Baird’s island to the blurry vision of him standing opposite it. “Huh?”
“You didn’t hear me walk in because you were daydreaming. Where did you go?”
“Where do you think?” I hopped off the island and squinted at him.
“My …” Baird grew a little less blurry as he approached, his face clearing slightly when he pulled me against him. There was a frown puckering his brow. “What’s going on? Your eyes are red.”
“I left my contacts in overnight, and these are only daily disposables, so they hurt like a bitch. We need to get to mine so I can take them out.”
“Take them out now.”
“I don’t think you understand how bad my vision is, Bear.”
“Is it any worse than it clearly is now? We’re leaving here, getting in my car, and going to your flat. I think I can get you there safely. Take them out.”
He was right.
“Can you walk me to the powder room because everything looks like blobby shapes to me right now.”
Baird clasped my elbow. “Were you just going to pretend you could see? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t want to be a nuisance.”
“You’re never a nuisance.” He swung me up into his arms and I lost my breath for a second.
“You have to stop doing that!”
Baird chuckled and strode to the powder room. He lowered me to my feet in front of the mirror and stayed behind me, bracing his hands on the sink so I was caged in.
“Are you going to watch? Because it’s not pretty.”