Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
“I can handle all of you.” My voice drops to a growl. “In fact, I can’t get enough of you.”
She smirks, dropping onto the couch like she owns the place. “Good. Because I plan on eating all your food, hogging your TV, and leaving my stuff everywhere.”
God. She’s so fucking cute. Every word out of her mouth is another nail in my coffin. I can’t fucking wait to watch Alice making my place hers.
She scrolls with the remote, browsing endless streaming options, but I can’t stop looking at her.
She glances over. “You’re not even pretending to care about the TV.”
“I only care about you,” I say, and she flushes and fiddles with the remote, hands trembling just a bit, and I know I’m getting to her.
She finally lands on a show about naked people surviving in the wilderness. “I have a soft spot for reality TV, don’t judge.”
“I’d watch paint dry if you picked it,” I say. “But this is good.”
She’s the one who closes the gap, grabbing my shirt and hauling me in for a kiss. Her mouth is warm and soft, her tongue teasing, daring me to chase her. I do. I slide my hand into her hair and tip her head back, deepening the kiss until she moans and pulls me on top of her. Her fingers dig into my back, blunt nails leaving little trails of want.
She kisses back like she’s starving for me—biting my lip, tangling her tongue with mine, arching her curves against me. I slide my hands under her thighs and lift her, setting her in my lap. Her hips grind down, rubbing against the erection that’s been throbbing since she walked in.
Her hands run up my chest, fingers fumbling with my buttons. She pops them open, one by one, then splays her hands over my bare skin, tracing every muscle like she’s mapping new territory. I shudder, nearly losing it at the sensation of her nails dragging over my abs.
She leans in and licks a slow stripe along my jaw, nipping at my ear. “I’ve been thinking about this all day,” she whispers.
I lose it.
I haul her closer, kissing her so hard we both gasp. My hands slide into her yoga pants, tracing the line of her panties. She’s soaked. I groan, cupping her through the soft fabric, and she bites my lip in retaliation.
She reaches for my zipper, and I grab her wrist, slowing her down just enough to ask, “You sure?”
She looks at me, really looks, like she’s searching for a reason to stop. Then she nods, eyes clear and hungry. “So sure. Stop talking and keep kissing me.”
“Deal,” I rumble, and stand up with her in my arms. As I carry her to the bedroom, she nuzzles into my neck, and her sweet scent drives me goddamn crazy. My cock is so hard it’s a miracle I don’t bust through my pants before I even lay her down.
I kick open the bedroom door and carry Alice straight to my bed. She’s laughing, breathless, clinging to my shirt like she’s never letting go. Thank fuck, because I’m not ever letting her go either.
I lay her out across the navy sheets, and she stretches like a cat, hair spilling everywhere, curves on full display. Fucking hell. She’s the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
I crawl over her, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while I drag my mouth down her neck. She gasps, arching up to meet me, rubbing her tits against my chest. “You’re trouble, coffee girl,” I growl, nipping at that soft spot just below her jaw. “You know that?”
She laughs, breathless. “At least I’m not boring.”
“Fuck no. Boring never made me this crazy.” I nip my way down the side of her neck, loving the way her whole body shudders under me. “You taste so fucking good.” I leave a line of kisses down to her collarbone, then bite gently at a spot that makes her gasp loud enough to echo off the walls.
“Hurry, Gabe,” she groans, arching her back so her tits press into my chest. “If you don’t get these clothes off me, I’m going to combust.”
Music to my damn ears. I grip the hem of her T-shirt and drag it up, slow enough to make her squirm, then peel it off over her head. Those perfect tits bounce as she sits up to help, and my mouth goes dry. I don’t even give her time to breathe before I yank her bra down, freeing her gorgeous tits. Fuck, she’s stunning. Pink nipples, soft and tight. I can’t resist them—I cup her tits in my hands, squeezing gently, and roll my thumbs across her tight pink nipples. Fuck me, she’s perfect. Her whole body arches off the bed.
“God, Gabe, do it again,” she moans, voice all breathy and desperate.