Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 106298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
“Hey there,” he says, smiling like I’m the first sunshine he’s seen after a month of storms. With his hands tucked in his pockets, he rocks back on his heels.
I laugh lightly when it seems all he really needed was to see me. Tilting my head, I ask, “What are you doing here?”
“I needed to tell you something.” His hands fall to his sides as a more serious side takes over his expression. Why am I suddenly so nervous?
Gripping the door tighter in one hand, I drag the palm of my other down the side of my hip. “What is it?” My smile falters along with his, unsure of what he’ll say next. “What do you need to tell me?”
His breathing has deepened, and his eyes are laser-focused on mine. Taking a step forward, he cups my face. “This,” he says before his lips crash into mine, and he walks me backward into the apartment.
It happens so fast that I grab his shirt to hold, pulling him as close as I can, and kiss him right back, never wanting anyone more than I do this man. As soon as we part to take a long-needed breath, I ask, “What took you so long?”
“Damn traffic.” He kisses me again, and all else fades away.
CHAPTER 8
Baylor
With her back against the doorframe to the bedroom, she tips her head while her fingers fist my shirt, holding me as close as she can. “What traffic?”
I chuckle. “There was no traffic, Shortcake. I came over as soon as I could slip away from the family.”
“Oh.” A smile grows wide across her pretty face. “So no one at the ranch knows you’re gone?”
“No one.” I run my hand over her cheek, but my skin is too rough against her softness, so I push my fingers into her hair. I release the strands from the wrap holding it on her head and watch it tumble over her shoulders and frame her sweet face.
“In that case, we have all night.”
“No sense in wasting a minute.” I kiss her again, but it’s not me moving this time. It’s her, tugging me into the bedroom and toward the mattress. We’re not going to take this slow. There isn’t going to be a warm-up to get either of us in the mood.
We’re already there.
Her nipples push against the thin cotton of her short top. Her lips glisten after being freshly kissed. A fire ignites in her eyes that tells me she’s ready to do more than a little foreplay.
I grab her hips to stop her from slipping out of my reach and lift her. Her legs come around my center as I get a good grip on her ass. Her hands hold my face, angling me up to look into her brown eyes just before she says, “I hope you brought protection.”
With her anchored around my midsection, I reach around to my back pocket and pull out the packets. Holding it up, the packets unfurl in rapid succession. “I brought protection, alright.”
She eyes the string of condoms and starts to laugh. “And apparently some high hopes. Twelve, Baylor?”
“Anything’s possible with you looking so good, baby.”
Tossing the packets on the bed, I adjust her and slide my hand under her T-shirt. I rub my fingers over her pert nipple and then move to the other before pinching to watch her reaction. She sucks in a breath, but her eyes stay locked on mine. I lick my lips, and whisper, “So fucking sexy.”
I nose under her shirt to taste her, to feel those perfect nipples against my lips. Her hands hold the back of my head, keeping me right where she wants me, exactly where I want to be. I flick her nipple with my tongue and take it between my teeth.
Gentle.
Gentle.
I nip just enough to cause her back to arch against me.
Rubbing her body against my dick, I’m so ready to be inside this woman instead of having layers between us. A groan rumbles through me, and when I lift my head, I kiss her again, stealing her breath and swallowing it down.
She rubs against me, her own wants murmured into my ear until she bites my lobe and whispers, “I want you. Please.”
Please is all I need.
I set her on the bed and tug my shirt off first. She follows, taking hers off and tossing it wildly. Looking at her bare tits, I want to memorize each curve of her perfect body and the pink of her tips as goose bumps scatter across her chest. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”
Her head falls to the side with a sweeter smile crossing her lips. “No, tell me again.”
Grinning, I reply, “You’re so beautiful, Lauralee. It’s almost too much to take in.” I start on the belt, but her hands replace mine. I could fucking come right here and now when she looks up at me like she’s waited her whole life for this. “Fuck me, babe.” I don’t even know what I’m saying. I just know I can’t wait to feel her from the inside.