Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 101758 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101758 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
It’s amazing how easy it is for him to make me relax. To make me forget all the horrible feelings from my day and help me feel calm.
When he’s finished brushing, he twists my thick hair to the top of my head and uses a claw clip to hold it there so it doesn’t get wet.
“I’ll be back,” he says as he stands and leans over to press a kiss to my forehead.
“I’ll be here.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
XANDER
Iknow we all have bad days, but I fucking hate seeing my woman look as defeated as she was when she got home from work. And part of me feels like an asshole for telling her to quit the job because I know how much she loves what she does, but Jesus. She doesn’t have to do this to herself.
And I’m feeling particularly protective.
So sue me.
When I walk back into the bathroom, Ivy’s still in the tub, pushing and pulling her hand in and out of the water.
“Are you wrinkled enough?” I ask her.
“Yeah.” She tips her head back and smiles at me. She’s flushed from the hot water, and I want to hold her.
So I’m going to.
“You changed,” she says with surprise and then looks up at my hair. “Did you shower?”
“Yeah. I wanted you to enjoy your time in the tub. But now you’re all mine.”
I take her hand and help her to her feet, and she opens the drain for the water. I wrap her in a warm towel, and she sighs as I gently pat her down to get her dry.
“You’re so good to me,” she murmurs, her eyes heavy with sleep.
“This is the bare minimum, wildcat.” I touch my lips to hers and then lead her to the bedroom. Rather than put her in pajamas, I gesture for her to get between the sheets, and she lifts an eyebrow.
“It’s only, like, nine.”
“We have to be at the airport by five, and you’ve had a long fucking day.” I shuck out of my sweats and T-shirt and climb in after her, pulling her against me, and my cock has already joined the party.
“I almost forgot that we leave in the morning.” She yawns and lays her head on my shoulder.
She’s tired, but her hand drifts down my torso, over my abs, and I let my fingertips drift up and down her arm.
“It’ll be good to see Britney,” she says as she swirls the tip of her finger over my navel. “And some of the other girls. I think we’re going to dinner one night.”
“You’re going to a WAG dinner?”
“Yeah.” She looks up at me. “Is that okay?”
“Of course. I hope you have a great time with them.” Her fingers continue on their journey over to my hip. Her forearm brushes right over where I want her the most, and I groan.
I roll her under me and kiss the tip of her nose, and she smiles up at me.
“I thought you were tired,” I murmur as I continue peppering kisses over her freckles.
“I mean, I am. But, I’m never too tired . . . Oh.”
I brush my thumb over her nipple, and she bites her lip.
“Too tired for what, wildcat?”
“For you. This.”
I bite her chin and then nibble my way down her jawline to her ear.
“You want me to fuck you, sweetheart?”
“Holy shit, when you get all growly and sexy like that, it does things to me, Xander.”
“Hmm.” My hand ghosts down to her hip, then between her perfect thighs, and when I reach her pussy, she’s already sopping wet for me. “It seems you do want me to fuck you.”
Ivy’s hips tip up in invitation, and I slide two fingers into her wet heat.
“Shit, Xander.”
“Your pussy,” I whisper next to her ear, “is so fucking tight on my fingers, wildcat. Do you have any idea how fucking crazy you make me when you’re wrapped around my cock?”
“Not as crazy as you make me,” she says and buries her fingers in my hair. “Please.”
“What are you asking me for?”
“Fuck me, Xander.”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
I pull my fingers free and lick them clean as I position my cock at her entrance, but I don’t slam into her the way I want to.
I take it slow, watching her gorgeous blue eyes as I move inside her, and when I’ve bottomed out, I rest my forehead against hers and we both moan in satisfaction.
“You’re the most incredible woman I’ve ever met in my life.”
Her eyes fill with tears and she cups my face, and I turn my head so I can kiss her palm.
“You’re everything,” she says as I start to move. I can’t hold myself back. “You’re the best part of my life, and I don’t know what I would do without you. I can’t go back to what it was like before you, X.”