Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 137144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
She walked out of the bathroom and moved toward him.
“I’m just going to go brush my teeth and stuff,” he said, climbing off the bed.
“Wait, please.” She moved in front of him.
He came to a stop, staring down at her in surprise.
“I’m sorry. I know I overreact to things—”
“Don’t you say sorry to me,” he told her fiercely, and her eyes widened as she took a half step back. But he reached out and grasped the hold of her hips, stopping her. “I’m the one that should apologize to you, Lily. You have done nothing wrong. Now get that pretty ass into bed. We both need some sleep.”
Lily nodded and scampered away, and he took some time to brush his teeth and get ready, hoping to calm down. Lying in that bed with her right next to him was a strain on his control.
Just get it together, man.
You can manage lying next to her. You did it the other night.
Yeah, and he’d woken up with a raging hard-on, and her pressed against him. Then he’d kissed her like she was the very breath he needed to live.
He walked in to find her lying in the bed, looking like a gorgeous goddess.
Fuck, she was beautiful.
He needed to build up her self-confidence and make sure he did nothing to knock her down.
She should be the most confident woman in the room. In every room. Because her beauty outshone everyone. It shone from the inside out.
“Are you all right?” she asked him.
“Of course I am, baby.” He climbed into bed next to her.
“Will you be able to get insurance on all the smashed stuff in your house?”
Here he was, wondering how he was going to stop himself from having his wicked way with her, and she was worried about his house.
“It will all be fine. According to my family, it all looked like shit anyway, so maybe it was time for a revamp. My family can be brutally honest. That’s just the way we are, especially my grandpa. He’s got no social filter whatsoever. Surprisingly, most people don’t take offense. I think it’s because of his accent.”
“Really?”
“Yep. You’ll meet him one day. But not too soon, because I don’t want you to go running for the hills.”
“So, when?” she asked.
“Oh, I was thinking maybe when we’ve been married five, ten years. Something like that.”
She grinned and slapped him on the chest, and the last of the tension seemed to leave her body. Good, that’s what he wanted.
If only the tension that was riding him hard would dissipate. Especially the tension in his lower regions.
He rolled his eyes at himself. He really needed to get over himself. He wasn’t going to die of a hard-on.
It was just really difficult to concentrate on anything but how good she smelled. And how smooth her skin had felt under his hands.
Or the small moans that had escaped her mouth each time he’d found a knot. He was certain that she didn’t even know she was doing it. But those noises had been sexy as hell, and he couldn’t stop thinking about them.
“What if I want to go back to school? To college?”
Okay, he really had to pay attention. He was starting to get used to the way her mind flitted from one topic to another.
Rolling, he faced her. “You want to go to college?”
“Maybe. I don’t know. I barely finished high school.”
He cupped the side of her face. “If it’s something you want, we’ll make it happen, all right?”
She nodded, staring at him like she thought he could do anything. And in that moment, he felt like he could. He felt like he was a hundred feet tall and the king of the world.
This was a heavy feeling that he never wanted to forget.
Leaning in, he kissed her lightly. “Now go to sleep.”
“Is that an order?” she asked, but her lips were twitching, so he knew she was teasing.
“It is, and you should do what you’re told.”
“Sir, yes, Sir.”
“No need to call me Sir. Harvey will do. Although Sir Harvey has a nice ring to it.”
She rolled her eyes and rolled over onto her back. “Good night, Harvey.”
Lily woke up confused and overheated. She stared around her, but it was so dark. How long had she been sleeping for? Why was the mattress so hard underneath her?
And she didn’t normally sleep on her stomach, did she?
She attempted to kneel and then the mattress let out a groan of pain.
Wait, mattresses didn’t groan in pain. What the heck was she thinking? And what was she lying on?
“Well, that’s one way to be woken up,” Harvey said from beneath her, his breathing labored and fast.
Beneath her? Oh my God, she was lying right on top of Harvey.
What had she done?
“What’s wrong? How did I get on top of you?” She scrambled off him, and he let out another moan of pain as her knee brushed against something.