Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Did she slip out while I was showering?
A bolt of anxiety shoots through me at the thought.
I rip the towel off, stepping into a pair of sweats. I barely even drag the towel through my hair to dry it before I'm stepping out into the hall, eager to make sure she didn't disappear into the night while I was showering.
"Loralei?"
No answer.
I peek into the bedroom across the hall, but she isn't in there.
The light is still on in the living room, so I stalk that way, only to freeze in the doorway when I see her curled up on the end of the sofa nearest the fireplace. She's got her feet tucked up underneath her, her head resting on one hand. There's a book in the other, her eyes scanning across the page.
She's so absorbed in what she's reading, she doesn't even notice me watching her. I stare shamelessly, just drinking her in. Every few seconds, her lips move like she's mouthing lines to herself. After a minute or two, her cheeks turn pink, and she shifts restlessly, her thighs pressing together.
Interesting.
"What are you reading?"
She startles, her eyes darting to mine. The guilty expression on her face is fucking cute. So is the way she tries to hide her book behind her back, like if I can't see it, it doesn't exist. "Nothing," she lies. "I thought you were in the shower."
"Finished five minutes ago, baby." I prowl toward her, more intrigued than ever about what the fuck she's reading. "You were lost in your book. What's it about?"
"What book? I don't know what you're talking about." Her cheeks are bright pink now, her eyes darting from mine like if she doesn't look at me, she can keep living in her own version of reality where, apparently, there is no book, and I didn't just catch her reading something dirty.
"Uh-huh," I smirk, stopping in front of her. "So…I just imagined you getting all hot and bothered over whatever you were reading?"
"Yes."
"And I suppose I'm just imagining the paperback sticking out from behind you right now, too?"
She makes an adorable little squeaking sound, trying to shove the book beneath the cushion of the couch to hide it entirely. I'm quicker than she is, though. Mostly because I'm a curious motherfucker now.
What turns her on? What makes her thighs clench and her panties wet? I'm dying to know.
I bat her hand out of the way, snagging the book. I hold it up in front of me, reading the first line that comes into focus. "Get on your hands and knees and show me that pretty little p—"
"Give it back!" Loralei squeals, launching herself off the sofa. She hits me like a meteor, all flailing limbs and indignant squeaks, trying like hell to wrestle the book from my hands.
I turn slightly, but her leg catches the back of my knee. We go down like falling dominoes. I drop the book, grabbing onto her instead. Somehow, I manage to twist, but not enough to ensure she lands on top of me.
We land in a heap on the rug beside the coffee table, with me sprawled halfway on top of her, most of my weight on my arms.
She gasps beneath me, going completely still.
I mean to roll off her before I squish her. Really, I do. But she's so fucking soft, and she smells like vanilla and woodsmoke.
I freeze instead, a surge of desire firing through every nerve ending simultaneously.
Her body shudders slightly, and I feel her breasts against my chest. Fucking hell, I feel her everywhere, the burning heat of her pussy nestled right against my cock, her breath against my lips, her legs tangled with mine.
"Ash."
I groan, burying my face in her throat to breathe her in. At least, that's what I tell myself I'm doing. But my tongue dances down the tendon in the side of her throat, my teeth scraping her skin.
She whimpers, her hands fisting into my shirt. Her fingertips graze my skin, and rational thought spirals away.
"Tell me to stop," I rasp, dangerously close to doing something I can't take back, something neither of us can take back. I want to do it, so fucking badly I can't think straight. I don't want her to tell me to stop. I don't want to let her up. I want to stay right here, with her cunt against my cock until she's soaking me through her sweats.
"D-don't," she gasps, her head falling back. "God, Ash. Don't stop."
I don't. I can't. She's beneath me, begging me, and I can't fucking stop. I growl her name, my teeth raking down the side of her throat. One hand slides down her side, yanking her leg up over my hip to open her up to me.
She cries out softly, rocking into me.
Christ, she's so hot, so sweet.