Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 113272 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113272 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Was it her imagination or was he spending a lot of time on her breasts?
And it was driving her crazy.
Her breathing grew faster and faster, her heart racing. Then he moved the cloth to her legs. Up and down.
“Spread your legs, baby, so I can get between them.”
For a moment she clenched them together. Was this what she wanted?
She wanted for him to pressure her. To make her. But he simply stayed where he was and waited. There was understanding in his face.
“Want me to stop, baby?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No, I want you to keep going. I need you to.”
“Need me to, huh? Are you wet?” he asked.
“Well, yeah.” She glanced down at herself and he grinned.
“Didn’t mean that and you know it.” He ran the cloth up her legs and over her pussy.
Arabella sucked in a breath as he rubbed it back and forth. Then he exchanged his cloth with his fingers, rubbing his finger between her slick lips.
She closed her eyes as she drove her hips up, holding back her moans of arousal.
He reached up and freed her lip. “Don’t hold those noises in. I want to hear them.”
Her breath came in harsh pants as he rubbed her clit harder. Then he pushed a finger inside her pussy.
“Oh. Ohhh,” she cried as she came around his finger. That was like nothing she’d ever felt before. It was amazing.
And then he touched her clit again and she realized she wasn’t done. She reached a second peak that made the first one seem tiny.
She shuddered, moaning, her spine arched.
Finally, she relaxed back into the water and opened her eyes, feeling shy.
“How was that, baby?” he murmured.
“I have never felt anything like that before.”
“Yeah?” he asked, leaning in to kiss her. “Good. Let’s see if we can make you scream louder this time.”
This time?
He started touching her again.
It was official. He was trying to kill her.
33
Where was Kellan?
She rolled over in the bed and stared up at the ceiling.
“I can hear you worrying from here,” Eli commented, sitting up to look down at her. “What’s going on? I thought those orgasms would have had you sleeping for hours.”
Arabella could feel her cheeks heat at his words. They had knocked her out for ages. But a bad dream about Kellan being hurt had woken her and she hadn’t been able to get back to sleep once she’d realized that he hadn’t returned.
“I woke up to find he wasn’t back. Why isn’t he back? Should we go looking for him?”
“That asshole could have messaged,” he said as he checked his phone and sent off a text. Then he drew her against his chest. “Don’t worry. He’ll be fine. Kellan knows how to keep himself safe. Not to mention that he has someone important to come home to.”
“But he barely even said goodbye. Maybe he doesn’t know how much I need him. I didn’t tell him, did I?”
“Kellan has always believed that he needs to sacrifice himself to keep others safe. He doesn’t realize that we would all do the same for him. I think I’ve spent half my life worrying that he would do something stupid one day. That he just wouldn’t care enough about his safety and would get himself killed. He’s always felt responsible for me. For our brothers. Now, he has someone else to worry over and you need to make it clear what your rules for the relationship are.”
“You mean I get to make rules? Why wasn’t this mentioned earlier? Hmm?”
“Brat.” He grinned and checked his phone as it beeped. “He’s safe. He said he’ll be home in thirty minutes. Try to go back to sleep, baby.” He kissed the top of her head, holding her tight.
But she was still awake when Kellan walked into the room thirty minutes later and strode through to the bathroom, turning on the shower.
Right.
Time for her to interrupt his shower. She rolled carefully out of the bed.
“Go get him, tiger,” Eli murmured before letting out a soft snore.
She’d try.
She walked into the bathroom and saw Kellan standing under the spray with his hands on the wall of the shower.
Much like she had been to get her bottom spanked.
A blush filled her cheeks. She still couldn’t believe she’d done that.
She’d been spanked.
And, to be honest, she’d kind of liked it.
Not that she’d tell them that.
Sneaking up on him, she opened the shower door. “You should really be more aware of your surroundings. I could have a gun.”
“Butterfly, I heard you enter the room. You’re not as quiet as you like to think you are.”
Drat.
“What are you doing out of bed?” He turned and grabbed some shower gel, squirting it on his hand.
Suddenly, she realized she’d just walked in on him naked.
“Is it all right that I’m in here while you . . . while you . . .”