Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 115435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
“Have you slept at all?” I ask and scowl when she shakes her head.
“I don’t sleep much. But I won’t say anything else because we’re not sharing personal things.” She grins over at me, and her whiskey-colored eyes go round when she sees that I’m naked.
I want to ask her a million questions. Why doesn’t she sleep well? How does she like her coffee in the morning? When can I see her again?
What’s her bleeding name?
If I was a man who did relationships, I’d claim this woman as mine.
But I’m not.
However, I plan to enjoy the hell out of her while I have her, so I kneel in front of her, pull the blanket off her lap, and spread her legs, hooking one of them over the arm of the chair.
“Uh, you don’t have to—”
Before she can finish that thought, I lean in and wrap my lips around her clit, flick the little bundle of nerves with the tip of my tongue, and grin when her hands twine in my hair and pull.
I love that she’s not gentle.
That she’s not fragile.
And with a growl, I push my tongue inside her and lap at her juices.
“Ah, shit,” she moans. “God, you’re so damn good at that.”
With a growl, I pull her out of that chair, sit, and straddle her over me. She immediately takes my cock inside her, sinking down until I’m buried inside her. She circles her gorgeous hips before she starts to ride.
I unbutton the shirt, lean in and suck on her nipples, tease them with my teeth, and with my hands planted on the globes of her bloody phenomenal arse, she rides me until I feel the orgasm gather, lifting my balls. I press my thumb to her clit, making sure she comes with me.
Her movements falter as she cries out, coming apart on my lap, and once she’s finished, I lift her and pump my cock until I come in thick ropes all over her stomach and tits.
“No condom,” she whispers, grinning at me. “Good call.”
Still catching my breath, I stand with her in my arms and take us back to bed.
“Come on, we’re going to work on that sleep.”
“You know, I’m not a small person,” she says as she wraps her arm around my neck, still catching her own breath as she presses her sweet face to my neck. “I’m not used to being carried around.”
“You’re small compared to me,” I reply. I don’t want her to think she’s anything but perfect, just the way she is.
I fucking love curvy women.
“I won’t sleep,” she informs me, dragging a finger down my neck. “And I don’t want to keep you up. I’m fine in the chair.”
“You’re fine in the bed, and you won’t keep me up.”
She starts to protest, but I silence her with a kiss.
“I want you with me, angel.”
I lay her down, and once I’ve fetched a warm cloth from the bathroom and cleaned her up, I curl up behind her, tucking her back against my front. We lie like this for a while, watching the snow through the windows. But then, to my surprise, she wiggles around, presses her face to my chest, wraps her arm around my waist, and sighs as she loops one leg through mine. She snuggles into me so tightly, as if she’s worried I might get away from her.
I kiss her head and hug her close, breathing her in.
I’ve never felt such an instant connection to someone. I don’t remember the last time I was this attracted to a woman. I’m not in the habit of keeping someone in my bed overnight, and I’m not a cuddler.
That’s too personal.
But this lass had me trapped in her spell from the moment I saw her.
I glance at the clock. I’m leaving in five hours.
And I spend every minute of those holding her. She was wrong. She fell into a deep sleep and relaxed against me. I washed her face in the shower earlier, so she’s free of makeup and even more stunning.
The snow stops at around six, and it’s time for me to get ready to leave. My angel is sleeping so well, I don’t want to wake her.
Okay, the truth is, if she wakes up, I won’t want to leave her.
And I have to go.
So I cross to the walk-in closet and dress, grab my already packed bag, and carry it through to the front door of the suite. Then I return to her and watch her for a few moments. She’s still in my shirt. She can keep it.
I wonder, briefly, if she’ll hang on to it or discard it.
“Take care, angel,” I whisper before leaving the suite and quietly shutting the door behind me. I stop at the front desk and ask them to send up coffee and everything on the breakfast menu in two hours, then have a driver take her to her car whenever she’s ready. Then I leave for the airport.