Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 33979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
“Shhh.” I open one eye and see Toren sitting on the side of the bed. My finger goes to his mouth, holding it there for him to give me a few more minutes of sleep.
“I see I wore you out. Gave you an extra thirty minutes.” His hand grasps mine, and he nips at the tip of my finger. I’m not a morning person. I’ve tried everything: setting multiple alarms, going to bed super early, and having an iced coffee in an insulated cup on my nightstand. Nothing works. Toren is learning this the hard way.
“Few more minutes,” I mumble before rolling over and burying my head beneath the pillow. It doesn’t matter that he’s still holding my hand captive.
“Cherry, hate to put you on the spot, but you’ve got about ten minutes until Jett gets here along with all the others. They’re helping me load the trailer up, see the woman who gave me shit, and make sure there isn’t anything else we need before we hit the road tomorrow.” My eyes spring open. I sit straight up, the sheets falling down my chest, and I’m wide the hell awake.
“Um, what? Shit, I’ve got to shower.” I fling the hair out of my face and attempt to climb over Toren but land in his lap instead.
“Not going anywhere till I kiss you good morning. You sleep like the dead, cherry. Might have to get creative in waking you up.” I’m in his lap, naked. His hands are on my ass, making my core clench with just one touch, and when he does what he says, I’m a needy and achy mess, all of which I shouldn’t be after the night we had together.
“Eww, morning breath.” I slap a hand over my mouth, saying the words through my fingers.
“Don’t give a fuck about that. Give me your lips, cherry.” His roughened voice hits my senses at the same time he moves my hand, and then his mouth lands on mine. The sudden electric shock to my system is the best wake-up call I could have ever asked for. He tastes dark yet dangerously sweet. His tongue sweeps in, claiming me with a possessiveness that’s all Toren Navarro. My heart hammers against my ribs. He groans into my mouth, and my hands fly to his shoulder, gripping his corded muscles as he pulls my lower lip between his teeth and tugs, sending spark of lightning straight to my core.
His hand moves from my ass upward, his palm searing a blazing path until his thumb grazes the underside of my breast. When my breath hitches, he breaks the kiss just long enough to nibble at the sensitive curve of my jaw. The stubble from his beard grazes my skin before he devours my mouth again.
“Get up and movin’, cherry. We’ll finish this later.” He pinches my nipple before soothing the pain away with a rasp of his thumb.
“Not fair, not fair at all.” He stands up, then helps me do the same.
“Should’ve woken up earlier. Could’ve showered with me. Now you get to wait.” He taps my ass, more in a loving way than a man would when he’s doling out punishment. What he doesn’t know is that I’d probably enjoy that, too.
“Yeah, yeah. Can you make me a cup of coffee while I get ready?” I bite my lower lip when I see he’s wearing his customary fit of jeans and a tee.
“You got it.” He stands still, watching as I move through his bedroom, and when I look over my shoulder, I see the same hunger in his eyes that’s coursing through my own.
“I won’t be long.” I make a promise to myself to try harder to get up in the morning in order to spend more time with the man who makes me feel like the most beautiful woman on earth.
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“Hey, Indy, I can’t believe you’re brave enough to take a three-day road trip with my cousin. You know he burps and farts, right?” Is how I’m greeted when I walk into the kitchen. Toren is at the counter, making a cup of coffee. I’m hopeful it’s mine. The shower didn’t do very much to wake me up. If anything, the warm water nearly lulled me back to sleep.
“Jesus, Jett. Decorum much?” Toren says, and I’m caught between not laughing and laughing. I do the latter as I make my way over to her.
“Hi, Jett.” I give her a quick hug. I’ve seen her every day since meeting Toren, and we’ve hit it off in the friendship department.
“What? I’m being honest. I’ve had plenty of childhood sleepovers. Don’t worry, I packed you a little goody bag, air freshener included.” I’m not sure if Jett is jerking his chain or being serious, but something tells me she’ll stay true to her word about packing treats, though I’m highly suspicious of her packing air freshener.