Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 73665 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73665 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
His pupils are blown, his lips slightly swollen from my hungry kisses. His new beard is bearding, and it’s even fuller than the last time I saw him. He clearly has excellent facial hair genetics. I want him to rub that beard all over my body.
We both make an effort to get my jacket off. His noises of appreciation as he takes in the white T-shirt with the little black scraps of fabric covering my nipples below make all the discomfort worth it. He out and out groans loud enough to echo again after several hard tugs free me from the tight T-shirt. The beginnings of the onesie piece are clear. Two straps loop over my shoulders but become one strap as it heads south. That’s where the string part comes in, looping around to the front, where it turns into two again just below my belly button and widens at the top to cover the essentials. Barely.
“Take my skirt off, Daddy.”
We both freeze and look at each other. I nearly gag, and he does too.
“So wrong,” I mutter. “But also hilarious.”
“I concur. So wrong.”
“You should punish me by tearing off my skirt, removing my heels, snapping that little string down there, and smacking me around with your juicy hotdog.”
He slams his hand up to cover his mouth, but the laughter escapes anyway. “That’s ten out of ten disgusting.”
“I give it a hundred out of ten gross. But seriously, if you don’t get my clothes off and appreciate this outfit within two seconds, I’m going to implode.”
He slips my black heels off and has the presence of mind to rub his hand along my sore feet. Heels are always killer, no matter how used to them I am. His hand travels up my shin, my knee, and my thigh until he grasps the micro little skirt and guides it down and off.
I lean back on the car hood and tilt my legs to the side so he can see the whole outfit. I go for sexy, but I probably just look more like someone trying to find a comfortable spot on hard metal so it won’t grind and bruise the tailbone.
His eyes light up in appreciation anyway. “Fuck, yes, you’re so beautiful. That thing looks sci-fi.”
“It feels sci-fi. It’s trying to edge its way to new dimensions.”
“Should I peel it away?” he rasps.
“Or snap it. I don’t care,” I mutter.
I definitely need to invest in more of these things, if just for the very second that Rowleigh takes the little string in both hands and protects my skin from the burn while he snaps it clean in half. I forget all about how the car is eating my spine or how my spine is eating the car.
He covers me with his huge body, slips his hand under my hips to protect me from the metal beneath, and kisses me. He’s gentle and soft but still just as hot and hungry. He angles his mouth to do incredible things with his lips and tongue.
Five days was way too long.
I never want to not see him for five days again.
I love the way his beard no longer rasps against my face. It’s soft now and just tickles.
I love how his body presses me into the car, but just enough that it doesn’t hurt. He’s so big but so in control of it. The heat of him radiates straight into me, so the cold of being underground doesn’t creep into my skin. His cock is trapped between us, and he’s wearing far, far too many clothes.
“Shirts suck,” I inform him before grasping the hem and pulling it out of his pants. I do a number on the buttons, half wrenching them out of the holes, half working them free with desperate fingers. “Belts and pants suck too.” I undo the buckle, wrenching the belt so hard that it’s a wonder it doesn’t break clean in half. His pants give easily, with far less trouble than jeans.
If I could see myself, disheveled, panting, my nipples straining against the thin black shiny fabric that still covers them, curling up on this car hood and mad for him, I’d probably think I resemble a wild animal and not a human woman at all. His burning eyes let me know just how much he likes the feral side of me.
A side I didn’t even know existed until him.
I have lots of those sides. So many feelings and thoughts and emotions that I never knew were there until Rowleigh.
The way he’s looking at me? It’s like I’m the sexiest person alive. I reverse card that straight back at him. He’s so far from a beast, but if he were a beast, he’d be the sexiest beast. Definitely the hottest man and hottest dad. I still remember how shocked I was to find out that Mika’s dad wasn’t the silver fox I pictured. But when he gets there, he’ll be the foxiest of silver foxes to have ever been silver foxed.