Total pages in book: 254
Estimated words: 240032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1200(@200wpm)___ 960(@250wpm)___ 800(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 240032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1200(@200wpm)___ 960(@250wpm)___ 800(@300wpm)
“That’s okay if he is,” I assured her, keeping my tone as neutral as Henri had shown me was possible, by example. “Tell him I’ll be there in—” I almost said five. “—twenty minutes?”
Henri lowered me to my feet and rubbed a hand up and down my back. It made me want to curl against him. Cuddle him.
I almost whistled imagining it.
I’d just dry humped him. People said life could change in a minute, and I now knew from experience that there was more than a kernel of truth to that. Funny how that happened.
“If you want to leave too, you know you can come with us,” I told her as nonchalantly as I could.
“Okay.” There was another moment of silence before she whispered, “Duncan doesn’t want to tell Miss Ema he wants to go home. He said he doesn’t want to hurt her feelings.”
Across from me, Henri grinned, because we both knew what she was trying to do. “I understand. If you want to give her the phone, I’ll tell her that I changed my mind, all right?”
“Okay,” she agreed immediately. “Here’s Miss Ema.”
It only took a minute to vaguely tell Ema I was coming to pick the kids up, but from the sound of it, she was trying to hide her amusement too. I didn’t think Agnes was as slick as she thought she was. The elder didn’t sound surprised at all that I was going to get them. Werewolf hearing, after all.
I’d barely hung up before I looked up at the hunk of a man towering over me, still holding me with his hands on my hips, his chest barely grazing mine. “Want to come with me to get them?”
Those amber eyes swept over my face, and his fingers kneaded me in a way that felt more erotic than it did soothing. “Sure.” Leaning over, he took my top lip between his with a quick suck before pulling back an inch. “Do we get a popsicle and to play tag afterward?”
I stared up at him. Love and tenderness filling my entire chest cavity. He wanted to mate with me. This nearly perfect man wanted to marry me.
I wasn’t sure whether to hug him or cry. Or both. I chose option 1.
And 3.
With my arms wrapped around his thick frame, I said, “They’d love that, and I would too.” I smiled. “But let me change my underwear first, Fluff, and then we need to do something about that log in your pants.”
That snatched the breath right out of him. “What are we doing?” he exhaled.
Hmm. My underwear could wait a few minutes, I guessed. Pulling back, I set my palm on the flat slab of his abs and peered up at his face. “We’re going to do something about your situation. We’ve got a good fifteen minutes.”
His eyes went wider than I’d ever seen before, his throat bobbing wildly….
But he wasn’t saying no.
“We don’t—”
Dragging my hand down his stomach, I let it rest over the top button of his pants. “If you don’t want to….”
He grabbed my wrist. “That wasn’t what I was going to say,” he let me know, his breathing raspy.
“We’ll just have to be really, really quiet.” I slid my hand a little further down, palming the erection pressing tightly against his zipper, and I shuddered for about the hundredth time that day. Because wow. Wow, wow, wow. Watching his eyes, my fingertips found the tab of his zipper, and I tugged it down as far as it could go, Henri’s fingers still wrapped around my wrist. But he didn’t stop me or move as he swallowed harshly one more time as I slipped my hand through the front opening of the striped boxers barely containing him. I found him immediately. Warm and thick, long and eager as I pulled him out, squeezing him as tight as I did.
I was going to need to erect an altar to worship his penis the way it deserved.
“Fucking hell,” Henri gasped, his hand sliding a little up my forearm but not letting go.
He groaned deep in his chest as I stroked up and down against an erection that was going to need two hands when we had more time, and I didn’t have scrapes. If I had a toothbrush in here, my plans could have been different, but… we would have time for that later.
Maybe.
“Look at you,” I breathed, working my hand over his hard, hot length. “What am I going to do with all this?” I asked him, tipping my head to make eye contact with him.
Henri’s eyes burned as they moved back and forth between meeting my eyes and glancing down at the hand I was holding him with. “Whatever you want, whenever you want,” he groaned.
I smiled so hard my face hurt as I jerked him up and down, his erection getting harder in my hand by the second. “You don’t understand how much I wish we had more time right now, Henri,” I whispered, still working my fist along him. “What I wouldn’t give right now for you to pull my panties to the side a little and sink inside of me.”