Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
It just wasn’t for her. Maybe because she hadn’t grown up playing sports. She wasn’t sure.
A yawn escaped her and she wiggled on his lap. Suddenly, she realized that something hard was pressing into her ass.
Holy heck.
What was that?
You know what that is.
Yeah . . . she just hadn’t expected it to be quite that large. Or for it to be hard.
He cupped her hips, stilling her. “Might pay to stay still, Bunny. Unless you want more than you bargained for.”
“Pretty sure that’s a lot more than I bargained for,” she said dryly.
He huffed out a laugh. “You sure know how to flatter a guy.”
Hmm. She wasn’t sure that she’d been trying to flatter him. He moved his hands up and down her arms, then started massaging her shoulders.
Holy heaven.
What was this?
A small groan escaped her.
“You like that, Bunny?”
All she could do was nod. His hands were miracle workers. There was no other way to put it.
“I have an idea.” He turned them both and she let out a sound of protest, certain he was going to stop.
But he laid them out on the couch so he was on his back with his head on the arm rest while she was lying on his stomach. She turned her head to the side and took a subtle sniff of his scent.
“Just relax, Bunny,” he murmured.
How could she relax when she could feel his erection pressing against her stomach?
And then he started touching her again. And it wasn’t just her shoulders this time. Nope, he slowly worked his way down her back.
Small moans of pleasure escaped her mouth without her consent, but she had to admit that she did very little to hold them back.
And then he reached her ass.
She tensed slightly and he smacked her butt.
“Stop that. I’m not hurting you. Relax.”
Sure. Because telling someone to relax always works.
Well, it didn’t.
But what did work was those huge, amazing hands of his working out the muscle aches on her bottom.
Holy. Heck.
She hadn’t realized that having your bottom massaged could feel so good. Soon, she was half-asleep on him, her eyes closed and her breathing slow and even.
In that moment, nothing mattered except for how good she felt. She was practically purring.
“That’s it, Bunny. Just relax for Papa. I have you.”
Papa?
That was . . . unexpected. But she couldn’t rustle up the energy to question it.
He reached down and slid her legs over his hips and drew her up his body so he could reach her thighs.
Heaven. Utter heaven.
For some reason, she smacked her lips together. She had no idea why. She was drifting. Not caring. He moved one hand from her thigh and a small whimper escaped her.
Later, she’d likely be embarrassed by all the noises she was making. But for the moment, she couldn’t bring herself to care.
“Shh, Bunny. You’re fine. I have you. Here. This might help.” He pressed her thumb to her lips.
What did he want?
Confusion filled her, followed by a hint of distress. She wanted to please him, but she couldn’t work out what he wanted.
“Shh. Shh. It’s all right. Papa should have been clearer. I want you to suck on your thumb.”
She wasn’t entirely sure that she should go along with this. Her defenses were lowered and he hadn’t tortured her or starved her or made her go without sleep for days.
All he’d done was give her a massage.
And show her gentle care.
So there was little resistance in her as she placed her thumb in her mouth.
And ohhh, that was so good. Why had she never tried this before?
Well. In all likelihood, she had as a kid and just couldn’t remember it.
“That’s Papa’s good girl,” he murmured. “Just relax. Go to sleep if you need to. I’ll watch you.”
That couldn’t happen.
She would always need to be on alert.
No way could she let her guard down.
But then his hands went back to massaging her back.
And she was gone.
Salem walked into the living room.
He wanted to get to the bottom of Tamsyn’s eating habits. She was too thin and he didn’t like it. She could have a very fast metabolism. She might be too busy or distracted to remember to eat.
Or there might be something more serious going on.
Either way, he wanted to prep dinner while subtly questioning her.
But when he stepped into the room, he found her lying on Alexei, sleeping, as he lay on his back on the couch.
Surprise filled him.
She often looked tired and that had been something else worrying him. But he’d decided to tackle one thing at a time.
Only it seemed that Alexei had beaten him to it.
The television was on silent.
“You got her to sleep,” he whispered.
“Yeah, all it took was my magic hands.” Alexei held up his hands.
Salem felt his eyes widen. Did he mean that he’d brought her to orgasm? That wasn’t the plan.