Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 147545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 738(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 738(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
I didn’t realize he was taking a picture, but I couldn’t see any light with my eyes closed and the way he was holding me.
My gaze catches his caption, and my heart flutters, even if I know it may be a little performative. “My support,” it says, and he added a white heart emoji.
“Aww.” I look over at him with a soft smile. “That’s sweet.”
It’s the first picture he’s posted of us, so he’s also hard launching our relationship with it. No more whispers or rumors. He just announced to everyone that we’re together, and at a moment when everyone is paying the most attention.
He smirks, leaning in to kiss my mouth. “Is that better?”
“No,” I murmur against his lips. “I like the picture, and I do appreciate what you were trying to do, but I still think she’ll just see it as a challenge. It’ll make her want you more if she thinks she could steal you from me. I don’t think you realize how much we hate each other.”
Tor sighs.
“And I’m not saying I doubt you,” I specify, since he just explained how much he’s not interested in her earlier. “I just think there are things she could do to come between us.”
“Only if you let her. Personally, I will not be participating in any of her bullshit, so the only way she puts a wedge between us is if you let her get in your head. So don’t.”
“Well, I am very good at that, as you saw today,” I say dryly.
He cracks a smile, kissing the corner of my mouth. “I believe in you.”
I smile into his kisses. “I believe in you, too.”
He locks his arms around my waist, settling me against him. “We should get some sleep. I may or may not have a surprise date planned for you tomorrow.”
I gasp, looking up at him. “A surprise date? What is it?”
“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you,” he points out, smirking.
I am tired, but I definitely expected he would need a release after the day he’s had. Maybe he was trying when he kissed my breasts, and I killed the vibe with my jealousy.
“What are your turn-offs?” I ask him.
He cocks an eyebrow. “My turn-offs? I don’t know. Maybe a sexual partner who tries to be too dominant. A little initiative is fine, but I like to be the aggressor. If you get pushy with me, I’m gonna push back. What are yours?”
“Insecurity. But specifically, mine. I hate feeling like that. I don’t feel like myself, and I don’t feel… attractive.”
“You never need to feel that way,” he tells me, pulling me closer. “You should always feel confident in who you are and what you have.”
Since he’s saying that, I decide to just ask directly. “Did I turn you off tonight?”
“What?” He scowls at me. “Of course not. When?”
“Just a minute ago, you were kissing me and touching me, and then… let’s go to bed.”
“Oh.” His expression clears, and he shakes his head. “No, of course you didn’t. I don’t think you’re capable of turning me off. I wasn’t touching you to start anything. I was just touching you to touch you. If you want me to start something…”
Relief rolls over me. “No, I’m… I like that. Just touching to touch me.”
He adjusts his hold on me, bringing his hand up to cover my breast. “I like touching you, even if I’m not planning to take it anywhere.”
I smile. “I’m good with that.”
“You better be,” he teases, giving my tit a possessive squeeze. “All of this is mine, and I’ll touch it whenever I want to.”
Heat moves into my lower belly at his words. “Oh… I like that a lot.”
“Yeah?” He smiles, nuzzling against my neck, kissing it.
My heart starts to race.
He squeezes again, running his thumb over my nipple. “Damn,” he murmurs.
“Hmm?”
“I really did have the best intentions.” As he says it, his hand slides down my stomach, and my pussy throbs. A moment later, he’s spreading me open, and I sigh with relief when he sinks a finger into me.
My head falls back against the pillow. His thumb finds my clit, and my pussy squeezes around his finger.
His intentions feel pretty damn good to me.
___
“Wake up, sleepyhead.”
I take a deep breath in as the sound of Tor’s voice pulls me from sleep. The bedroom is bright, and he’s standing beside my bed in a dark blue Henley tee and a pair of white shorts.
I roll a bit, stretching my arms overhead. “What time is it?”
“Almost nine,” he answers. “I thought you might want to shower before we go, so I can’t let you sleep any longer.”
“Is our mystery date on a stringent schedule?”
“It is.”
“What should I wear?”
“Whatever you want. Something comfortable. Good walking shoes.”
“Ooh.” I smile, liking this surprise element. I’ve never been on a surprise date before, and frankly, I wouldn’t have thought I’d like one, but if there’s one person whose plans I trust implicitly, it’s Tor’s.