Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
It wasn’t until I was out of the shower and wrapped in a towel that I realized my mistake.
“Dammit.” I put on my boot and hobbled over to the door, cracking it. “Um, problem,” I called, spotting Christopher and Liam talking near the kitchen.
“What’s up?” Christopher asked.
“I forgot to bring any clothes in here.”
“I’ll grab you some,” Christopher said, shooting me a tiny smirk as he made his way into his room to fish around in the luggage that Brio had one of his associates drop off earlier.
He came back two minutes later with panties rolled up inside a t-shirt and shorts, along with my toothbrush.
I struggled into my clothes, brushed my teeth, then made my way out of the bathroom, finding Liam in his room with the door closed, and toward my temporary room.
Where I paused with another whimper caught in my throat.
Because Christopher’s clothes were in that room, and he was getting ready for bed too.
He stood there in nothing but a pair of scandalously low-slung black sleep pants… and nothing else.
I hadn’t been prepared for how fit the guy was under his clothes. But clearly, the man did something daily to keep himself in shape because there were some delicious indents I wanted to run my fingers and tongue through.
He shut his dresser drawer, coming out of it with a black tee in his hands. It was then that he noticed me standing there.
The smile he gave me was at once amused and regretful.
“That’s, um, sluttier than the sleeves thing,” I told him, getting a snort of laughter out of him as I clomped over to the bed, sat down, and removed the boot.
“Weren’t you supposed to sleep in that?”
“It’s too heavy. And I sleep on that side anyway, so it won’t be moving.”
“Alright,” he agreed, pulling his shirt over his head. “Don’t make me pull an ‘I told you so’ in the morning.”
“I will make sure not to hurt it just so you don’t get the pleasure of saying that,” I told him as I slid under the covers.
“I’m sure you are exactly that stubborn,” he agreed with a small smile before making his way to the door. “I’m right out there if you need me. I sleep lightly, so I will hear you if you call.”
“Thanks. I don’t think I’m moving from this spot now. Charlotte was right about this stupid pillow. And this blanket.”
“She’ll be glad to hear it. Goodnight, Alara.”
“Goodnight,” I said, hating the way my stomach clenched as he flicked off the big light, pulled the door, and disappeared.
Alone, I turned on the TV, unable to take the distant sounds of the street below and what sounded like a couple fucking a floor above, but, thankfully, not directly over my head. I was having enough issues already trying to think past my own desire. I didn’t need to listen to someone else reach completion while I was still feeling a deep ache between my thighs.
I stared out the window, listening to the drone of the TV, expecting to fall asleep quickly, given how long the day had been.
But I just kind of powered down while still managing to stay awake.
Though I must have drifted off slightly at one point because I heard nothing. I didn’t notice anything being awry.
Until a body slid in behind mine and a hand pressed over my mouth.
“Shh,” Christopher murmured in my ear as his hand wasted no time sliding into my panties and started to work me like he’d been doing earlier. “Couldn’t sleep knowing I didn’t get to feel your pussy clenching around my fingers.”
His words sent a shiver through me as his fingers started to thrust. Slowly at first, then faster as I rocked and writhed against him, my sounds muffled against his palm.
He was just as turned on as I was, his hard length pressing against my ass. But his full focus was on me, on driving me up slowly, but relentlessly.
“There you go,” he said, his lips on my ear. “Come for me.”
Everything clenched and released, the pleasure pulsing through me as Christopher groaned in my ear.
As soon as the climax released its hold on me, his fingers were sliding out of me, then my pants.
He pressed a kiss to my neck, then he rolled off the bed.
“Wait,” I called, turning onto my back.
“Not tonight,” he said, watching me as he slipped his fingers into his mouth, letting out a groan as he tasted me.
With that and nothing else, he disappeared like he’d never been there.
As for me, I drifted right off.
And slept like the dead.
Apparently, all my touch-starved self needed to sleep well was an orgasm.
Though I had a sneaking suspicion that it was less the orgasm itself and more to do with the man who gave it to me.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Christopher
I tossed and turned for what felt like a lifetime before I followed the urge to go into her room, to slip into bed with her, to breathe in her sweet scent, to feel the soft curve of her against me, then her tight walls around my fingers as I thrust them inside her.