Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 134598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 538(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 538(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
“Let alone what, baby?”
She swallowed heavily.
“Don’t go all shy on me now,” he told her. “You’re always so brave. And you know I won’t ever make fun of you for your needs.”
She did know that. She’d woken up, panicking earlier over what she’d done. But Ethan wouldn’t make fun of her. Ethan was kind. Sweet, almost.
Yep, a really sweet man.
She wasn’t even sure how he’d managed in the armed forces. He seemed too nice to ever harm someone.
“What would you like to practice doing, my baby?” he crooned, leaning forward.
Wow. She felt a bit like a fly trapped in a spider web. Licking her dry lips, she gathered up her courage.
“Touching you.”
“Hmm. Where would you touch me?”
“I guess your shoulders. They’re nice and broad. And your chest. Your stomach. Definitely your buttocks.”
“My buttocks?” he queried.
“They look so good in your jeans when you bend over,” she said with a sigh. She sounded almost lovesick, but she couldn’t help it. “So grabable.”
“Grabable?” he repeated.
“Yep, like firm watermelons.”
“You’re saying that my ass is the size of two watermelons?” he asked in a strangled voice.
“Hmm, you’re right. I think more cantaloupe shaped.”
“Definitely cantaloupe,” he muttered. “But you want to squeeze them?”
“Yes.” She could feel her breathing growing faster, her body heating at the thought of touching him like that.
“Where else would you touch me?”
“Um, nowhere else.”
“Really? So, no foot fetish for you?”
“Uh, no. Do you have a foot fetish?” she asked.
“No. I’ve never been interested in feet. There are far too many other things vying for my attention.”
“Like what?”
“Like those plump, full lips. Your neck. Especially where your neck and shoulder meet. That space right behind your ear. I want to kiss you there, see if you react. Then there is your collarbone. I want to lick and touch you all over. Down your breasts to your nipples, where I’d suck on them until they were tight nubs. Then your soft tummy. I’d kiss my way down until I reached your pussy and—”
“I’d like to suck your cock!” she blurted out.
She didn’t know why she interrupted him, exactly. Maybe because she wanted him to know that. Or perhaps because she wanted to stop him from whatever he’d been about to say. Because her body felt all squirmy and hot. She was even more intensely aroused than when she read a steamy scene from one of her favorite books. She could actually feel her pussy throbbing, imagining his tongue down there.
And the truth was, she really did want to try sucking on his dick. Playing with him.
In fact, it was more than a want. It was far becoming a need that she couldn’t ignore. For some reason, she just wanted to try everything. All at once.
“You do?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“We can work our way up to that,” he told her. “Start small and slow. Perhaps you’d like to kiss again—”
“I can’t do it now?”
Ethan was certain he looked as shocked as he felt. He couldn’t help but stare at the gorgeous woman sitting in bed, her cheeks a light pink, her face lit with determination.
She wanted to suck his cock?
Now?
How come she wanted to move at a lightning pace all of a sudden?
And how did he get his dick to forgive him for turning her down?
“We only just agreed to a relationship, baby. Last night was our first kiss. Not to mention, yesterday was a scary day for you.”
For them both. He wanted to find the bastard who’d tried to run them off the road and tear him limb from limb.
To hurt him for every second of fear that his girl had felt.
If he ever got his hands on him, he wouldn’t stop until the bastard was screaming in pain and crying for his mama.
There was nothing Ethan wouldn’t do to protect his girl.
“I don’t think we should jump straight into a blow job this quick,” he added.
As soon as he said the words, he regretted them. Or at least, he wished he could have worded his refusal in a better way.
Because she’d shut down right in front of his eyes.
“You’re right,” she said coolly. “Excuse me. I need to get showered and dressed. Then I’ve got some work to do.”
Yeah. That wasn’t happening. He wasn’t letting her retreat from him. Never again.
Reaching over, he grasped hold of her hips and then lifted her out of the blankets and onto his lap.
“Let me go.”
“No.”
“No?” There was nothing in her voice. No anger. No annoyance.
And he hated it.
He wanted his baby girl back.
“Let me see your face, baby.” He held her tight as she attempted to climb off his lap.
“Ethan. You need to let me go.”
“I already told you no. You’re upset because I refused to let you give me a blow job?”
“It’s fine. We don’t need to talk about it. What I do need to do is get showered and dressed so I can get to work.”