Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89592 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89592 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
I snap my head back a little. I wasn’t expecting that. I don’t know how to feel about this revelation. Does Clayton have a problem with the way my hair looks?
I tell myself to ease my ruffled feathers. This could just be his way of attending to my needs. After all, the man has stocked an entire closet for me.
“Oh,” I say simply.
“Sid, are you guys almost finished? The wedding planner will be here in ten and you haven’t had breakfast. I need to run a few things by you and get you up to speed,” Clayton rumbles before he appears in the entryway of the closet.
His head is down, focused on his phone, as his big body moves with that sexy swagger. Damn. I wasn’t expecting to see him in jeans and a white T-shirt. The way his muscles stretch the fabric has my nipples straining against my bra. The ink on his arms stands out against his tanned skin.
His hair isn’t as neatly combed as last night. It looks more like he’s been running his fingers through it. It’s sexy, just calling my fingers to take a pass through.
Even the tight knit of his brows as he looks down at his phone has me biting my lip, while trying to force myself to tear my eyes away. This man is hot as sin.
I shake my head, finally tearing my gaze away to peek over at Ashley. She’s looking at Clayton with awe written all over her face. My lips twist as a possessiveness I don’t like rises. Yet, the ring on my finger tries to tell me I have every right.
“Baby?” Clayton’s voice pulls me from my mental rant, I slide my eyes back to him.
His eyes are still on his phone as he texts furiously. I blink a few times, registering the fact that his endearment was aimed at me. When I still don’t answer, he lifts his head, his eyes finding me.
I watch as it happens. His eyes roll over me from head to toe, then back up again. Those gray eyes turn so dark, my panties flood at the sight. He reaches behind him, pulls out an envelope, and holds it in Ashley’s direction.
“This is for making yourself available at the last minute,” he says huskily, not taking his eyes off me. “I’ll place another grand in your account this afternoon.”
“Thank you,” Ashley gasps, moving forward to take the offering.
“No, thank you,” he replies. “You can help yourself to breakfast on your way out.”
I snort to myself. He has effectively dismissed her. Ashley hurries to grab her things and leaves the closet. I fold my arms across my chest. Clayton’s eyes still haven’t released me and I’m starting to feel naked standing before him.
Once Ashley is out of sight, he stalks toward me, eating up the small distance between us with his long legs. My heart is pounding as his delicious scent grabs me, arresting me in my spot. I have to tilt my head back to look up at him.
His penetrating eyes search my face before looking over my hair. I can see the questions in his eyes, then a smirk reaches his lips. He lifts his large hand, easing his fingers into the nape of my hair.
“I thought you cut all of your hair off,” he murmurs. “This…it’s gorgeous on you. I love you in my shirt.”
His other hand falls onto my hip and starts a slow slide to my ass. I grab his wrist, lifting a brow at him. He grins back, tugging me into his body. Then dips his head. Before I know it, his lips are taking mine.
I whimper, my body having a mind of its own. I melt into him, releasing my hold on his wrist to wrap my arms around his neck. His hand in my hair tightens and the one that was traveling to my ass, completes the trip, grasping a handful over my jeans.
The man literally swallows my face with the most passionate and aggressive kiss I’ve ever had. It’s the perfect amount of everything. I open to him, allowing him to taste me fully. I can taste something sweet on his lips and tongue.
I moan when he starts to knead my ass with his large hand. It feels so good, mixed with the bite of his grasp on my hair. The sensation fires off all over me. My toes curl in my shoes.
Clayton releases a loud groan when I lace my fingers in his hair. I tighten my hold as he tilts my head back. His lips graze my chin, then his teeth nip at the same place. I quiver in his hold.
“You.” He pulls away, shaking his head. Placing his forehead to mine, he inhales deeply. “You’re like a drug, the more I have, the more I want. We need to get you fed and we need to talk.”