Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Kelley’s bedroom door was wide open, and he knew she was downstairs. The sane thing to do was leave it, just go to his room, get some sleep, and deal with his erection in the morning. He was a fucking idiot, because wearing only a towel, he did the dumbest thing and made his way downstairs.
He found Kelley in the kitchen, carton of ice cream in hand, and her mouth open as he stepped into the kitchen. Putting his hands on his hips, he looked at her and waited.
“Hey,” he said.
“You came back,” she said.
“Yeah, I didn’t plan to stay out long. Went to the bar, had a beer, then rode my bike until I came home.”
“You didn’t go find some other woman you wanted to be with?” she asked. There was no animosity in her gaze. It was a statement of fact.
“No, there’s no other woman, Kelley.”
She dipped her spoon back into her ice cream. Her gaze kept moving toward him, traveling up the length of his body, and then averting his gaze. He didn’t want her to look away. He wanted her to look at him, and only him.
“You’re ... naked.”
“No, I’m wearing a towel.”
He looked at her, and the truth was, Kelley had stopped being a kid a long time ago. Even before he’d met her, he had a feeling she hadn’t enjoyed a childhood for long.
Taking hold of the knot, he eased it open and allowed his towel to drop to the floor. “Now, I’m naked.”
The spoon she had in her hand clattered to the floor. Her mouth opened, but she had swallowed that lump of ice cream. She looked at him, and there was shock in her eyes, which he was more than happy to see.
“What’s the matter, beautiful?” he asked.
“You’re naked.”
“That I am.” He smirked, and then walked into the kitchen. “And how about you get naked with me?”
Chapter Four
Kelley had every intention of being mad at him. Then, that felt way too cruel to her. It had been her mistake to come on to him. So, instead, she had decided to ignore what had happened and just go back to being a friend. She figured she was going to die a lonely old spinster. She would just have to accept it. The man she loved didn’t want her.
She loved Crow, and there was no denying it. Maybe it had started out as a silly girl crush, but it had soon developed into something much deeper.
Then, he’d kissed her back, and she felt the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her stomach. That hadn’t been a dream. That had been real, and she didn’t want it to stop.
Now, as he closed the distance between them and she was still wearing her festive pajamas, there was no room for thought. He reached out and sunk his finger inside the opening of her pajama shirt. She had a lot of different styles of pajamas. This was one that had a lot of buttons. She didn’t speak as he unbuttoned one, then the other, and another, until before she had a chance to think, the shirt was opened and fell to the floor.
“I’m still a virgin,” she said.
“I know.”
“I have no idea what I’m doing.”
“Lucky for you, I do know what I’m doing.” He gripped the band of her pants and pushed them down, and she let out a little yelp. They fell to the floor, and she could do nothing more than step out of them.
“Now, we’re both naked.”
She had the urge to cross her hands over her body, but she stopped herself. She was not going to hide from him. He could look all he wanted.
He groaned, and then cupped her hips. “Do you have any idea how badly I want you?”
Then, she remembered he said he’d had a beer.
“How much did you drink?” she asked, placing a single finger over his lips and then releasing it.
He let out a chuckle. “One beer.”
“You’re not drunk?”
“Babe, it is going to take more than one beer to get me anywhere near drunk.”
Kelley didn’t want him regretting this in the morning. She wanted to tell him that, but then he kissed her. This was not like the kiss of hours before. This was hunger. It was raw, heated passion that made her ache between her thighs, and she moaned his name.
He growled against her lips and shocked her even more by suddenly grabbing her ass. He lifted her up, and she had no choice but to wrap her legs around his waist as he carried her out of the kitchen.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“Bedroom.”
She didn’t ask which one as he kissed her again. It was like Crow knew the house, even as he kissed her, and wasn’t watching where he was going.
She melted against him, not wanting him to stop. It felt so good.