Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 147967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 740(@200wpm)___ 592(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 740(@200wpm)___ 592(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
“Because I love them! I just don’t like the gory parts or when people die.”
“That’s most of the show,” he told her.
“I know. But I can’t stop now. I have to know what happens to the people, if they ever get rescued off the island. If the zombies get destroyed. I have to know.”
“Well, I think it’s time to stop.” He changed the channel.
“Nooo!” she cried, reaching across him to try and grab the remote.
But he held it just out of her reach. “Give it to me!” She climbed up onto her knees as she tried to get it. “Mine!”
“Not yours. You’ll have nightmares if you keep watching that right before bed.”
“No, I won’t! Put it back on!” She swung her leg over his lap and he let the remote slip out of his hand as she took hold.
“Yes! Got it!” She held the remote up triumphantly.
“Yep,” he replied absentmindedly as he attempted to convince his dick to stay down. To not react.
That it didn’t like the feel of her pressed against him, rubbing up and down.
Merde.
He was in such trouble right now.
“What’s the matter?” she asked, staring down at him innocently. And for once she wasn’t nervous. “You have a strange look on your . . . oh! I’m . . . I’m . . . I didn’t mean . . . ” She stared down at him. Well, she seemed to be staring at his mouth. Then she licked her lips.
Merde.
Did she want him to kiss her? Did he want to kiss her?
Fuck yes. But as he reached for her, to grasp the back of her neck and draw her into him, she moved.
“Oh no! I’m . . . I’m . . .”
Maya was panicking. Which was not the reaction he was hoping for.
She scrambled off his lap, but in her rush she managed to get her leg between his. And when she attempted to climb off him, her knee slammed into his balls.
A groan of pain escaped him.
“Oh my God!” she cried as she stood next to the sofa as he lay down. “Oh my God! I’m so sorry! I can’t believe I did that. Are you all right? Of course you’re not all right. You’re rolling around in clear pain and your face has gone all pale and I need to do something! But what? Oh, ice. I will get ice.” Turning, she raced away before he could call her back.
He pushed through the pain, ignoring it as best he could. She really had managed to get him good. Matthieu sat up as she returned holding a bag filled with ice.
“Here you are. Oh, let me.” She kneeled between his open legs and put the bag directly on his dick.
Holy shit.
If it wasn’t for the pain in his balls and the ice on his cock, he might have gotten turned on by this scenario.
“How is that?” She glanced up at him.
And then her face went bright red. He’d seriously never seen someone’s face grow that red. She was like a bright, shiny apple.
Maya scrambled to her feet and he automatically reached down to protect his balls. But thankfully all she did was step back.
“I think it’s time I went to bed,” she said.
“Maya,” he said, not liking the way her shoulders were slumped. “Everything is fine, Spitfire. We’re fine.”
“Sure. Uh-huh. Of course we are. I’m just tired. That’s all. Good night.”
“Maya, no, wait!”
But she’d fled into her bedroom and shut the door.
Merde.
He debated whether to follow her, but decided that he’d wait until morning.
That really could have gone better.
27
Idiot. Idiot. Idiot.
What had she been thinking? She’d been sitting in his lap . . . and had he been about to kiss her?
He had, hadn’t he?
She hadn’t imagined that, had she?
The sexiest man alive had been about to kiss her.
And what did you do?
Knee him in the balls.
Groaning, she started pacing across the room, slapping her forehead with the palm of her hand.
So stupid.
So dumb.
How was she going to face him again? Could she live in here forever?
“What do you think, Dicky?” She sat on the bed and grabbed her dolphin. Then she lay on her back with a groan, staring up at the ceiling.
Maybe she should run away.
Join the circus.
Change her identity. It was the only thing she could do.
She stared over at the door. What would she do if he walked in right now?
Part of her didn’t want to see him again. But a big part of her wished he’d walk in right now. Hoped that he would take her in his arms and kiss her.
What would it be like to go back out there and climb into his lap again?
To feel his hard body against hers.
To touch him all over, kiss every inch of his warm, smooth skin.
Another groan escaped her and she rolled onto her stomach. Her nipples were hard and her body was warm.