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)
“You changed,” I mutter against his gray T-shirt. He’s in matching sweatpants, and it looks like he took a shower because his hair is still damp. “Did you shower?”
“Aye. I used a guest room. I didn’t want to bother you.”
“Yeah, because lounging in that fancy tub and watching you shower ten feet away from me would have been too great a burden to bear.”
“I like it when you’re sassy,” he says before leading me out of the bathroom to the bedroom. The bed’s been turned down, the lights are dim, and I’m … sleepy.
I have the sexiest man alive right here, and all I want to do is curl up around him and sleep.
Am I broken? Because the sex is top-notch, and I want that, too. I want lots of it.
But fuck, I’m so tired.
“Come on, bumble.” He drops my towel, then reaches for another of his shirts and slips it over my head. He doesn’t touch my skin. He doesn’t even let his eyes drop below my chin.
“Question.”
He raises an eyebrow, and I don’t climb into bed quite yet because I want to ask this while I’m standing.
“It used to be that you couldn’t keep your hands off me, and now that we’re spending time together, it’s the opposite. Are we not—”
He frames my face in his hands, and he crushes his mouth to mine, gripping me like he never wants to let me go as he devours me. I have no choice but to open my mouth and let him in. I moan against him as he ends our kiss. Still cupping my face, he drags his thumb over my lower lip.
“I want you more than I want to breathe,” he says, his voice rough. “Don’t ever question that. Keeping my hands to myself has been fucking torture, but you’re not okay. You’re exhausted, and I’m not an arsehole. I want more than a quick fuck to get my dick wet so you can finally sleep. No, baby. You deserve so much more than that. You deserve to have me worshipping you for hours when you’re awake and alert enough to enjoy every bloody moment of it.”
Shaking his head, he guides me into bed, then snuggles around me as I rest my head on his chest.
“You’re going to sleep, and when you wake up, I’ll make up for all our lost time. I’m going to consume every mouthwatering inch of you.”
I grin and wrap my arm around his abdomen, toss my leg over his, and sigh contentedly as I burrow against him. There is nothing like this, right here, with this man.
“That sounds really nice.”
He chuckles, the sound vibrating under my ear. “It’s going to be better than nice.”
“I believe it.” I can’t stop the yawn that comes, and he drags his hand down my back. “Do you have to work tomorrow?”
“I told everyone to fuck off for tomorrow.”
I lift my head and stare at him. “You took yesterday off, too.”
“Aye. I didn’t say they were happy about it.”
“Connor, you don’t have to do that. If you need to work, work.”
“I need to spend the day with you,” he replies, tucking me under his chin once more. “We may not leave this bed.”
“In that case, yes, you’re taking the day off.”
There’s more chuckling beneath my head. “It’s glad I am that you approve.”
Chapter Twelve
CONNOR
Ihate that she’s so tired. I also hate that this could have been us, this woman in my bed, for the past several months. Instead, I wasted so much time because I didn’t get my head out of my arse long enough to see that not only is she an amazing woman but that she’s also mine.
Her plump lips pucker in her sleep, and I can’t resist brushing my finger over them, then up her cheek, forehead, and down the bridge of her gorgeous nose.
I’m permanently turned on whenever I’m near her. I always want her. The fact that she had to ask if I wanted to get my hands on her was so preposterous that I almost spread her wide and pushed into her right then and there. I want her so badly. That hasn’t changed since that first time I saw her last year, and it’s only gotten more intense since I realized who she is and how much time our families would spend together. The more I’m around her, the more I yearn for her. Her touch, her mouth, her pussy.
But it’s not just about the sex. Not with Billie.
And that’s new for me.
I love her sassy mouth, and I wasn’t lying when I said her work ethic turned me on. She’s a smart woman, and if I thought I could, I’d steal her away to work for me.
But she doesn’t want to work for someone else.
She’s her own boss.
And I’m damn proud of her.