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 hope we have a lot of nights like this one.
CHAPTER 32
CASSIE
My lack of sleep last night begins to catch up with me right around the time we sit down for dinner. I yawn as I look over the menu. “Dinner this close to midnight is crazy,” I tell him.
Tor smirks. “It is a little crazy. I had a lot to squeeze into one day, though.”
“I’m not complaining. I like crazy,” I assure him.
“I know you do,” he says, hardly joking.
“Maybe I should get the Caesar salad since it’s so late.”
“I’d get steak,” he says. “I’m getting the picanha. You usually only see that at Brazilian steakhouses, and I like it.”
“If I don’t order it, can I have a few bites of yours?”
“Yes,” he says, smiling faintly.
“I think a whole steak this late would make my stomach hurt.”
So I get my salad, and he gets his steak, and once the dishes come out, he cuts up a few pieces for me. He’s right—it’s delicious. The breadsticks they bring out are really good, too, and at the end of the meal, we share a slice of chocolate cake with a butterscotch drizzle.
After a delicious dinner, we finally head back to our room. My feet ache a bit, so I happily kick off my pretty red-soled sandals as soon as we’re inside.
Tor locks his arms around me, pulling me close. We’ve been running around so much that he hasn’t had as many opportunities to hold me as he does in a typical day, and I find I’m no longer used to being untouched. My body doesn’t really feel at peace until his strong arms are wrapped around me.
He places a kiss against my temple, then lets go so he can take some of his clothes off. I wander over to the window, looking out at the bright lights of Times Square and thinking about how I’ll remember this trip for the rest of my life.
A moment later, Tor comes up behind me and tugs down my zipper.
“Need some help with that?” he murmurs.
I smile softly, still looking out the window as the material goes slack around my body. “Thank you.”
“Anytime,” he says, sliding his hands inside my dress. My tummy muscles go taut as his bare fingers graze my flesh, and he pulls me back against him, bending to kiss the ball of my shoulder. “I love you, Cassie.”
My heart bursts out of my chest, sprouting wings and soaring. It’s shocking for my mind to hear it so fast, but not my heart. I’ve had the same feelings myself. It’s almost a relief to say them now. “I love you, too, Tor.”
He sighs like hearing the words is a relief for him as well, then nuzzles into my neck, kissing me there and bringing back the goose bumps. I reach back, touching the back of his neck, gently pulling him closer.
I didn’t bring the right bra with me for this kind of dress, and I didn’t know I needed one when we were shopping, so I had to go without. Consequently, his hands come across no barrier as he slides them up, grabbing and squeezing my tits in his greedy hands.
“Put your arms down for a minute,” he says, so I do.
He tugs my dress down, letting it drop into a shimmery pool around my feet.
People are walking on the sidewalks below us, so maybe I should feel a little more reluctant to stand here practically naked in front of the window, but I’m sure with the brightness and all the lights, they wouldn’t see me even if they did glance up here.
Once my dress is off, he caresses my breasts again, pulling my body back against his. I feel his hot skin against mine and glance back. His shirt is off, but he’s still wearing his dress pants and belt. I reach behind my body, finding the leather strap and working it free of its buckle. As he kisses my neck, I unbutton his pants and then unzip them.
Once his pants are unfastened, I try to turn, but he grabs my hips, holding me in place. His hand skims my stomach, then slides down the front of my panties.
“Tor,” I say softly, my eyes drifting shut as he rubs me.
He spreads my pussy open, pushing a finger into me. My head falls back against his broad shoulder. His expert fingers find the spot where I’m most sensitive, then circle it relentlessly.
“How many times should I make you come tonight?” he murmurs against my ear.
A shiver dances down my spine, and I smile, already foggy. “Surprise me.”
His free hand skims my side, then cups my tit again. My nipples are already hard, but as he brushes his thumb over the left one, it hardens even more against his warm palm.
“I love your body,” he says, skimming his lips across my shoulder. “I love the way it responds to me.”