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)
“Of course, I like this. I like to be touched.” I shrug and then his hands stall, and I glance at him over my shoulder. “Why’d you stop?”
He frowns and turns me back to him, skims the back of his hand down my torso, ghosting over my breasts, and I press my hands to his chest.
Holy crap, the muscles on this guy.
“What’s wrong?” I ask him.
“You like to be touched.”
I blink up at him, wondering what I’m missing here. “Yeah. I think it’s my love language, but I’ve never taken the stupid test. I don’t get touched often, honestly, but it’s okay. I make Birdie snuggle me whenever I need it.”
His jaw firms at that, and I’m completely lost as to why he’s gone cold all of a sudden.
“What did I say wrong?”
“Nothing.” He shakes his head and pulls me in for a hug. “You didn’t say anything wrong.”
“I’m fine, you know. It’s not a big deal. I wasn’t trying to make you feel bad, not that that should make you feel bad. Geez, Connor, I’m sorry—”
He kisses me, stopping the mindless flow of words that I was spewing simply because I didn’t know what else to say, and leads me under the spray, rinsing away the suds. When we’re all clean and rinsed, he shocks me by lifting me under my thighs and bracing me against the tile. The cold makes me gasp, but then he’s sliding inside me, and I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on as my body quakes around him.
“Jesus, how are you still hard? Hell, that’s good,” I moan as he kisses my shoulder and across my collarbone. He’s moving in hard, jarring thrusts as if he can’t get deep enough, close enough.
“You’re the sweetest bloody woman,” he growls next to my ear, sending goose bumps down my whole body. “Christ Jesus, angel.”
He speeds up, and his pelvis hits my clit, over and over again. I let my head fall back against the tile.
“Connor, I’m gonna … I’m right … ah, shit.”
“Come.” It’s a hard command. “Look at me.”
I open my eyes and stare into his bright, lust-filled gaze, and it tips me over into wonderland, falling apart in his arms.
“Yes, baby.” With his gaze still on mine, he groans and follows me over. Watching him come undone is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
We’re breathing hard. My heart is in overdrive, and he keeps me here, up against the tile. His mouth rests against my shoulder as we try to catch our breath.
“You’re so delicious, bumble.” His accent is thicker during these moments, and it makes me clench around him.
“Still hate that nickname,” I breathe, but push my fingers in his wet hair, enjoying the way the thick strands feel in my fingers.
“Do you want to know why I call you that?” He kisses my shoulder, then drags his tongue over my skin to my neck.
“Yes.”
God, he touches me so well.
“Because you’re strong.”
He kisses my pulse point.
“A hard worker.”
Kisses my throat.
“Always moving.”
Kisses my chin.
“So bloody dedicated.”
His lips touch mine, and we’re breathing the same air.
“My bumble bee.”
He’s kissing me, and I’m melting into him, clinging to him. I feel him pull out of me, my feet find the tile floor, and he frames my face, kissing me so softly, so lovingly, it makes my heart catch.
He pulls back but doesn’t release me, and I take him in. His biceps are bunched, showing off his ridiculously gorgeous arms. His chest and abs could be those of a Greek god. He’s phenomenal in every way.
And he’s here with me.
I’m a lucky fucking girl.
“It’s funny,” I whisper as I run my fingertip down the bridge of his nose. “When I think of bumble bees, I picture them covered in pollen, blissed out, and sleeping in a flower.”
“That fits you, too,” he says and lets his hands fall from me, and I already miss his touch. “Blissed out and covered in my cum, sleeping in my bed.”
My jaw drops, then I wrinkle my nose and smack his arm. “That’s … dirty.”
“There’s absolutely nothing dirty about that picture.” He kisses my nose and smiles down at me in one of those heart-stopping, full-on smiles that are so rare from him, and it makes me feel like I’m glowing. “Now come here and let me get us clean again. You distracted me.”
Once we’re clean and dry, he leads me back to the bedroom.
“Do you want a shirt?” he asks.
“Nah, I’ll sleep naked. It’ll just be easier next time.”
I know I’m a plus-sized girl, but I’m perfectly comfortable in my skin. Connor doesn’t seem to have any complaints, so sleeping in the nude doesn’t bother me.
“I have to work for a while,” he informs me as I climb into the bed, and I turn to frown at him. “I’m taking tomorrow off, so I have to get a few things done, but I’m going to work from the bed.”