Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 53052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
“I have. I love it, but it also makes me anxious, at least when his daughter is kidnapped.” She feigns a shudder and I laugh.
Sure enough, about twenty minutes in, when Liam’s movie-daughter is pulled out from beneath the bed where she’s hiding, Taylor scoots across the mattress and cuddles into me.
I’m more than happy to comfort her and I wrap an arm around her, drawing her close and pressing a kiss to the top of her head. I inhale the fragrant scent of her floral shampoo, and my cock stiffens in approval. But tonight isn’t about sex or arousal. It’s about taking care of Taylor, and that’s what I plan to do.
We watch until a knock sounds on the door. I hit pause on the remote to bring the food into the room. We eat at the small table, and Taylor seems to relish her toast. Then we return to the bedroom to finish the movie.
When the credits roll and I look over, Taylor has fallen asleep. Her lips are parted and dark lashes fan her soft skin. Reaching over, I move a strand of hair that had fallen on her cheek, then lean over to kiss her forehead. It’s time for me to leave. I’ll write a goodbye note on my way out.
“Jack?” her soft voice asks.
“It’s me.” A smile lifts my lips. “Go back to sleep.” I run my knuckles over her cheek. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
Reaching out, she grasps my hand. “Don’t go. Please.”
I swallow hard. I have no problem staying over, I just want her to be awake enough to know she’s asking. “Are you sure?”
Her lashes flutter open and her hazel eyes stare up at me. “Positive.”
I nod, feeling good she wants me here. “Let me go wash up and I’ll come right back.” I walk to the bathroom and take care of what I need, then return to the bedroom. I pull off my shirt and lie down in just my jeans.
Reaching over, I turn off the light and rest one arm beneath my head. Beside me, Taylor is back in a deep sleep. I can see her profile, and she’s more relaxed than ever. Smiling, I roll over and soon, I must fall asleep because when I wake up, the sun is starting to rise and brighten the room, and I’m wrapped around Taylor in the center of the bed.
Sometime during the night, we gravitated toward each other and are now cocooned together. Her breathing is steady, so I have time and I slide my hand over her belly where she’s carrying my baby. The thought explodes through my mind as if I’m hearing the news for the first time.
It’s no surprise I felt protective of Taylor last night, I was attracted to her from the first time I laid eyes on her, but now that we’re connected? What I feel is so much more than chemistry, and I’m in awe of how quickly I’m coming to care about her.
She stirs and I remove my hand, not wanting her to wake up and think I’m taking advantage. Unfortunately, her movement shoves her body more firmly against my cock, something my body is well aware of. My morning wood is stiff and pressing into her ass.
Shit.
She shifts position and my cock throbs. I’m close to coming without even trying.
“Jack?” She wriggles her ass again and I groan. “Don’t move,” I say through gritted teeth.
She halts. “Umm … how about we do something about that?” she asks in a husky voice, remaining still as she waits for me to answer.
I told myself being here was about taking care of Taylor, but she’s obviously feeling better. And this problem of mine won’t take care of itself, so I slide my hand beneath her jersey, finding soft cotton panties that are fucking drenched.
“Looks like we both have an issue.” I circle my finger over her clit, applying light pressure through her underwear and ignoring the ache in my cock.
“Jack,” she says on a whisper-moan. She rolls over so we’re facing each other, her eyes darkened with need. She slides her hand between us and rubs my dick through the denim.
I’m so damn hard, the jeans are uncomfortable. As if reading my mind, she undoes my button and unzips the fly. Needing to free myself, I lift my hips and slide the jeans down my legs and kick them onto the floor, taking my boxer briefs along with them. Beside me, Taylor is pulling off her panties and jersey before turning to face me and staring at me again with parted lips.
Her soft hand wraps around my thick length and begins to slide up and down my hard shaft, squeezing at the base, pausing at the head and sliding her thumb over it.
I grit my teeth and groan. “Fuck, baby, that feels good.”