Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
“I need a shower,” she said.
She let out a little gasp, as with ease he seemed to be able to pick her up, and she let out a little giggle as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
“You can’t do that,” Ava said, although she was not complaining, because this felt good. “You’re going to hurt your back, your legs, and possibly even your ankles.”
She let out a cry as he drew back his hand and swatted her ass. She let out a yelp in surprise. “Hey, what was that for?”
“If I want to carry my woman, I’ll fucking carry her. You got that?” he asked.
She smiled against his lips. “Yes, sir, if that is what you would like.”
He all but grunted. This made her laugh even more. Damn, it felt so good to laugh with him.
He carried her through to her small en-suite bathroom. Her apartment was small, but it was in a good neighborhood. The building was clean. She had seen a couple of places during her search that had surprised her. Diapers lining the hallways, human excrement covering the walls, the stench that seemed to cling to every pore and every fiber of one’s person.
Yeah, she was happy with her small apartment. It didn’t have the yard and the space for children, but it was a start.
Once inside the bathroom, it did not take Pat long to strip her of her clothes. She let out a gasp as he did the same, removing his leather cut. Ava always noticed how careful he was with his leather jacket. He never threw it to the floor. He showed his jacket respect. His shirt and pants were different. They always ended up on the floor. Within seconds, he had them both naked, and she was pretty sure he had broken some kind of world record with how fast he worked.
The moment they were in the shower, he moved her out of the way, and Ava didn’t get to feel the coldness of the water, as he had taken the full blast. She couldn’t believe how sweet he was. So freaking sweet. Pat only moved her when the water had warmed up, and then he placed her in front of the spray, and it felt good.
She didn’t get a chance to reach for the soap first, as he already had it within his grip, and she noticed he didn’t lather up a sponge. His hands would be the sponge, and the instant he put his hands on her, Ava did not have a single complaint. It felt good to feel his hands on her body.
She moaned his name, and he let out a little growl. All too soon, he had spun her around, and she could no longer see his face, as he got to work in lathering her body with the soap. He was thorough as well, covering her entire body, but she noticed he didn’t touch her tits or her pussy.
His touch was not helping to keep her calm. It was setting her body on fire. She craved his touch, even more so, as he wasn’t touching her where she needed him to. Her nipples felt so tender. She pressed her thighs together, hoping to cause some friction that would help give her some reprieve. Nothing was working.
“Are you wanting me to touch you?” he asked. His voice a mere whisper against her ear, and she didn’t know how he did it, to make it sound so damn sexual.
She whimpered.
“I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes, please, Pat, touch me.”
He didn’t, not right away, as Pat was in full teasing mode. The tips of his fingers grazed down her body, and they were driving her crazy. He even stroked them down the tips of her nipples, and she gritted her teeth, trying to control her need for him.
Pat knew exactly what he was doing. Each touch enhanced her need to the point it felt like she was straining to get as close to him as she possibly could.
“Please,” she said.
And then he cupped her tits. Pat spun her around again, and before she could make a sound, his lips were on hers, silencing any protest. His lips were deadly, and as he broke the kiss, she had every intention of telling him. Only, he started to kiss down her body, and before too long, he went to her neck. He had a couple of days’ worth of stubble, and it made his kisses even more sensitive as that stubble grazed across her tender flesh.
He sucked on her neck, nipping right at the spot that felt amazing, and then he kissed down, going toward her tits. She cried out the moment he took one in his mouth and started to suckle at it. He did so hard, almost to the point of pain, only he stopped and then soothed it with his tongue, and she gasped, wanting more.