Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“Where is your sexy underwear?”
“What?” I ask, my face heating up from the look in his eyes.
“You know. Silk thongs, lacy shit—where are they?”
“I don’t wear those unless I have to. I would rather be comfortable,” I explain. I know that a lot of women go gaga over sexy panties, but I couldn’t care less. I hate the feeling of something crawling up my ass all day.
“I have to tell you. I have seen you in those things three times now, and all three times, that damn underwear has done more for me than any skimpy shit I’ve ever seen.”
“Can we never talk about you and what you’ve seen other women wear please?”
He smirks, his eyes running down my legs. “Come to bed.”
“No.” I shake my head, looking at the door.
“You try to sleep on the couch and I’m dragging your ass back up here to bed,” he threatens.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Afraid you won’t be able to keep your hands off me?” He smiles.
“You wish.” I roll my eyes, knowing that is the exact reason why I don’t want to get into bed with him.
“Come on, babe. I can tell you’re tired.”
I look at the bed then him. I am really tired. I open my dresser, pull out a pair of shorts, put them on, and walk over to the opposite side of the bed before getting in. I hear his laugh as he lies back down, shutting off the light. I put my back to him and close my eyes.
I’m just about asleep when I feel him put his hand around my waist, and he pulls me across the bed to him so his body curves around mine and his hand can wrap in my hair.
“What are you doing?” I ask him sleepily.
“Sleeping,” he says softly, kissing the back of my head.
I know I should get up and leave or at least put up a little bit of a fight about cuddling with him for the third night in a row, but I can’t. I feel too warm, too comfortable, and way too exhausted to fight what I’m feeling. I feel him kiss me again and his hand go a little tighter, and I’m pretty sure I hear him whisper, “She’s getting it,” as I fall asleep.
I wake up in complete darkness. My first thought is how great I feel. I have forgotten what it feels like to wake up after a good night’s sleep. It takes a second to realize that it’s pitch black in the room. I sit up quickly and look at the clock on the bedside table, and my heart starts beating out of my chest when I see that it’s four o’clock. I missed work!
I jump out of bed and run to the door, swinging it open only to be bombarded with bright daylight. I look over my shoulder into the room and see that there are now dark, wooden blinds on the windows, whereas before there were only sheer curtains. My heart, which was already beating hard, starts to beat harder. Kenton put in blinds while I was at work, knowing how little sleep I’ve been getting. That was sweet. Really sweet.
I go to the bathroom, quickly taking care of business, and then head down to the kitchen. As soon as I make it around the corner, I’m surprised to see Kenton there, wearing the same cut-off sweats he had on last night and a pair of sneakers. His head is back, his throat working vigorously while he downs a bottle of water. The ends of his hair are dripping with sweat along with his bare chest.
I stand there captivated by him; I can’t pull my eyes away no matter how hard I try. Just watching him drink water is making the space between my legs get tingly. When the bottle’s empty, he pulls it from his mouth, the back of his hand goes to his lips, and he swipes them. As soon as his head turns, his eyes land on me and a look I’m starting to become familiar with fills his eyes.
“How’d you sleep?” he rumbles.
I stand there staring at him, trying to comprehend what he just said over the lustful haze that’s filling my head.
“You put up blinds,” I say when I finally find my words and then want to smack myself for being an idiot.
“I know how tired you’ve been,” he says, his eyes going soft.
“That was very sweet, and I actually slept really great. When I woke up, I thought I’d overslept and missed work.”
His smile makes the breath catch in my throat.
“I thought you would be at work,” I tell him, trying to think of something else to say besides, “Please kiss me.”
“Yeah. I have to leave for a couple of nights. Justin has a lead for me, but my flight isn’t until after midnight, and I wanted to make sure you would be okay being here alone.”