Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 146477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
“There are clean towels on the shelf,” I tell her, pointing them out as I stride back toward the door. “Everything else you’ll need should already be in the shower.”
“Thanks.”
Stepping out of the ensuite, I close the door behind me, giving her all the privacy she needs. Then as she showers, I make my way into the main bathroom and have a shower of my own before taking off to the kitchen and making her hot cocoa.
Once back in my room, I grab one of my shirts for Harper to wear to bed, knowing damn well that I’ll probably never see it again—considering the last shirt I let her borrow is nowhere to be seen, but I don’t care. I actually kind of like it.
Then the moment I can, I shut off the light and climb into bed.
Harper showers for almost forty-five minutes, and my chest aches for her, realizing she’s probably just standing under the hot stream of water, waiting for the chill to leave her bones. I stare at the darkened ceiling, convincing myself that she doesn’t need me to stride in there like some misguided hero and check on her, when I hear the sound of the water shutting off.
I’ve never been more awake in my life.
There’s silence from the bathroom, but the movements I do hear are done with intent and haste, telling me she’s no longer a fucking ice cube. And when she opens the ensuite door and steps out in nothing but a towel with the bathroom light shining behind her, she looks like a fucking angel.
Harper leans against the door frame, staring at me in the dark, and I can’t help but notice that she’s a completely different person than the one who walked in there almost an hour ago.
“What do you need, Morticia?” I question, my tone deepening as I see the hunger building in her eyes, my cock flinching to life beneath the sheets.
A soft smile pulls at the corner of her lips, and she pushes off the door frame before striding right to the end of my bed, every step done with explicit intention and when she steps right up onto the mattress, I almost come in my fucking pants.
Harper doesn’t take her eyes off me as she continues toward me, walking across the mattress with the kind of confidence I love in a woman. “You think you can have me on my knees and just walk away?” she questions, her tone shining brighter than any star in the fucking sky. “I don’t think so.”
My brow arches, and I sit up a little straighter, my back against the headboard as she steps over my legs, placing a foot on either side of my thighs. “Is that so?”
“Damn straight,” she tells me. “I don’t do favors for grouchy men without expecting something in return, and unfortunately for you, I’ve come to collect.”
“Baby, there ain’t nothing unfortunate about that.”
She steps even closer, her feet now on either side of my hips and her body so close I could smell her. “That’s where you’re wrong,” she smirks. “There’s no happy ending for you. Only me. If I had to suffer all day with the worst case of blue balls known to man, then so do you.”
Harper pauses, her tongue rolling over her bottom lip. “Hear me, Knight Slater. You will not come. Nod if you understand me.”
I don’t fucking hesitate, nodding my head like an obedient little yes-man.
Morticia grins, and it blows me the fuck away. “Good boy,” she purrs.
Fuck me. This woman is going to kill me.
“Then what are you waiting for? Take it,” she demands. “Give me what I want.”
I dive in like it’s Christmas fucking morning, reaching up and gripping the towel before ripping it off her slender body. Her tits are perfect, full, and perky, and when the slightest gleam of light sparkles beside her nipple, I realize it’s a piercing.
I lean forward, desperate to get those sweet nipples in my mouth, to tease and torment her with my tongue and watch her squirm beneath my touch, but that’s going to have to wait. Right now, I need to taste her.
Gripping her thigh, I lift it over my shoulder and she has no choice but to knot her fingers into my hair to maintain her balance, and as I lock my hand around her back and take a firm hold of her ass, I lean in further and inhale her sweet scent.
“Oh God,” she groans, but before the words are even out of her mouth, I close my lips over her waiting cunt.
She’s fucking soaking for me, and I don’t doubt that she’s been thinking about this since the moment she got into the shower. Maybe this right here is exactly why she took so long, desperately trying to work up the courage to come out here and demand what she wants.