Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
He’s hard and thick, and when he rolls his hips to rub the ridge of his erection against my center, I can’t contain my moan. I don’t know if it’s pregnancy hormones or spending weeks under one roof with three handsome men, but it’s wild how much I want him, how ready my body is, after only a couple of minutes of kissing.
I wrap one leg around him to keep him close, and tangle my fingers in his hair. “I need you inside me, Boyd.”
He murmurs my name again, gazing into my eyes like he can’t believe this is real. His cock throbs, strong enough that I feel it through all our clothes.
He finds space for his hand between us and strokes over my center, lighting me up.
Then he looks away, cursing bitterly under his breath.
“What’s the matter? Is it your shoulder?” My hand flies there, aiming to soothe him. “Maybe we shouldn’t be—”
“I don’t have anything out here. No protection.” He sounds angry that he’s letting me down, as if his workshop should be stocked like a drugstore. Knowing him, it probably is, save for a few items.
“There’s a box of condoms in the house,” he says. “I haven’t needed them in a long time, but I always use protection, and I don’t want to put you at risk.” His gaze drops to my stomach briefly, and I’m touched by how protective he is of both me and the baby. He’s nothing like men in my past. I wouldn’t be pregnant if Preston had cared as much about potential consequences, though I’m glad it happened.
I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him back to me. “How about we get creative instead?”
One of his thick brows arches. “Yeah? I can be creative.” He spans his palm lightly over my middle, then worry creases his forehead. “Can I … I don’t want to hurt the baby.”
“Most anything’s fine,” I tell him. “I’ll let you know if something’s uncomfortable.”
He takes that in, the look in his eyes telling me he’s thinking up all sorts of creative things.
CHAPTER 30
GRIZZ
It’s been a while.
Too long, I guess, but I swear I’ve never felt skin so soft, or tasted lips so sweet.
I want to ravage this woman. I want to sink balls-deep into her and make her scream my name so loud it triggers an avalanche on the other side of the mountain.
But more than any of that, I want her to feel good. I want our time together to be memorable, and I refuse to let my lack of preparation ruin the moment.
“So, my snow queen, you’ve come to my workshop because something needs fixing.” As Kira smiles at the nickname, I get to my knees and scan her body, from the flush of her cheeks down to where her leggings disappear into her boots. “Looks like you might be overheating.”
Her eyes widen as light dances through them. Her voice is playful when she says, “Yes, that’s right. I’m very hot. Can you help me?”
“You’ve come to the right place, ma’am. I’ll need to take my time and do a full inspection, because small problems can turn into big ones if they’re ignored.”
She smiles up at me. “Whatever you need to do.”
I help Kira to her feet, then shake out the blanket and fold it into a square that I set on top of the workbench. “The problem’s going to require real close attention,” I tell her.
She lets me lift her up and set her onto the blanket, her feet dangling off the edge of the table.
“First, I need to do a thorough visual assessment.”
Kira looks eager, her eyes following me as I walk around her with my hands clasped behind my back.
“Cheeks are pink. Pupils dilated.” I run my finger across her plump bottom lip. “Lips parted and breathing shallow.”
She tries to nip at my finger, but my reflexes are quicker. “Don’t distract the technician,” I scold. “Lift your arms and hold still.”
A tantalizing portion of bare skin is revealed at Kira’s waist when she quickly does as she’s told.
“Gonna need to let air circulate.” I peel her sweater up and over her head, trying to keep my own head focused on our game. It’s hard not to be distracted by the alluring swell of flesh above her pink bra.
“I’m going to touch you now. Tell me if anything feels … sensitive.” I circle my hands gently around her delicate neck, then span my palms over her shoulders and down her bare arms as goosebumps rise in my wake. I stroke my fingertips along the undersides of her arms, and she draws in a breath.
How can someone so strong have skin so impossibly soft?
Standing between her legs, I tease my thumbs over the sides of her breasts as her nipples harden against the delicate fabric. “Curious response,” I say, as I let my eyes linger on the pebbled shape of her nipples visible through her bra. “Are you okay with me doing further inspection?”