Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54343 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54343 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Wrapping the fabric around his hips, Street adopted a serious expression and shook his head at Rosa. “Little girl. Never laugh at a man when he’s naked. I might not recover from that.”
“Oh! I wasn’t laughing at your… man thing.”
“Man thing?” he repeated, trying not to chuckle.
“Yeah. No one would make fun of that. It’s too big.”
That statement bolstered his ego. “Thank you, Rosa. It’s nice to be appreciated. Before I parade my cock in front of you again by accident, I’ll grab your clothes from the basket and bring them to you. Let’s go get dressed and we can tour my house.”
“Good idea,” she said quickly and proceeded him toward the door, humming while raising and lowering her right hand.
Just like a drum major. Street chuckled at her antics. His Little girl was going to keep him on his toes.
Chapter 6
Later that evening, Rosa sat in a roomy chair that she suspected was Street’s favorite. She squirmed on the wide seat. Two people could fit in here easily. The image of Street holding her on his lap as they relaxed or watched TV popped into her mind. A thrill zinged through her at that pleasant thought but was quickly squashed. Nothing that special ever happened to someone like her.
“I don’t like whatever just raced through that brain of yours,” Street growled.
“Sorry,” she said flippantly as she pushed the fantasy to the back of her mind to imagine again when she was alone.
Street stood and prowled toward her. He loomed over her, bracing his hands on the arms of the well-padded chair. “I like that expression worse.”
“Oops. I’ll start humming show tunes in my head,” she promised. Of course, she couldn’t remember any of those so she could only stare at his handsome face and try to compose her expression to hide.
“Nope. That’s not working.” Street scooped her up in his arms and lifted her from the seat. As she clutched his shoulders, he turned and dropped into the chair.
This is nice. Rosa allowed herself a second to appreciate how good being in his arms felt before she scooted forward to get off his lap.
“Double nope.” He dragged her back close to him. “Tell me what’s running around in your brain as I enjoy holding you close.”
“Come on, Street. This isn’t how my life goes. You’re being way too nice to me,” Rosa said, struggling to slide off to the side.
“Triple nope. Sit still or I’ll have to deploy my secret weapon.”
“What are you talking about?” she asked, pushing at his chest. She didn’t want to give up. Rosa had learned long ago that revealing any weakness resulted in people taking advantage of her.
“You asked for it. I’ve imagined doing this all day.”
Street wrapped his hand around her high ponytail and held her head steady as he captured her mouth. Rosa froze as his firm lips moved against hers, coaxing a reaction from her. Damn, he’s a good kisser. She stopped trying to distance herself from him and wiggled closer as desire flooded her body. Squeezing her legs together, she felt the wetness building between them.
He rewarded her by rubbing her spine with his free hand. Street deepened the kiss, sweeping his tongue along the seam of her lips. Rosa couldn’t help herself. She opened her mouth, welcoming him in. Street’s flavor delighted her. How could this man appeal to her so much?
He tugged slightly on her ponytail, sending a thrilling hint of pain through her. “Stop thinking, Little girl,” he growled before lowering his lips to hers.
Street didn’t hurry. His slow, deep kisses excited her to her core. Heat built inside her abdomen as he showed her just how patient and coaxing he could be. A moan of need slipped from her throat.
“I know, Little girl. I feel our attraction too. You’ve been so brave. Can you let your Daddy take care of you?”
She blinked at him. The lure of allowing someone else to be in charge sounded heavenly. While she hadn’t known him for long, Street had shown he wanted to protect her. She wanted to trust him so badly. Slowly, Rosa nodded, taking a chance. Please don’t hurt me.
“Good girl.” He lowered his mouth to that delicious spot where her neck met her shoulder and offered a soft kiss first, before the heat of his breath puffed out on her skin. He bit her lightly, tantalizing her with a slight zing of pain that she’d never realized she needed. His tongue smoothed over her skin, making her shiver with desire.
Rosa stroked her hands over him, exploring and caressing Street’s hard muscles. The memory of him stepping out of his shower, wet and chiseled, returned. She needed to see him now. Reaching over his shoulders, she grabbed the soft, worn material of his T-shirt and yanked the barrier between them up.