Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
“I-I should wash the chlorine out of my hair.” She turns so fast, I’m surprised she didn’t slip and fall, and reaches for the shampoo bottle.
My fingers ache to touch her. To be the one lathering up her long strands of dark, curly hair. To run my soapy hands all over her gorgeous body. Instead, I collect my own shampoo and finish my shower. I take my time because there is no way I’m leaving this shower without her. I might not be able to touch her, but I can memorize every inch of her. I can catalog the way the soap runs over her body, the way her dark hair caresses her back.
When she’s finished, she reaches for the handle and turns off the water. I’m tempted to stay here and rub one out, but the need to be next to her is too strong. I do the same and push open the door. I reach out for a towel and hand it to her. She smiles and wraps her hair in a turban as I reach for another towel and wrap it around her shoulders.
“Thank you.”
I nod, snag a towel for myself, and quickly run it over my hair and my chest before wrapping it around my waist. “You need anything from the kitchen?” I ask her. I need to get away for just a minute to get myself under control.
“Maybe a bottle of water. I’m parched.” She licks her lips, and I bite down on the inside of my cheek to stop myself from attacking her mouth with mine.
I nod. “I’ll be right back.” Unable to resist, I lean over and press a kiss to her temple and stalk out of the room, not giving a single fuck that I’m dripping water all over the floor. I stomp down the stairs and into the kitchen. Bracing my hands on the island, I bow my head and just breathe. I’m in over my head here.
I’m drowning.
I’m falling for my wife.
I remind myself that she’s ten years my junior and has a whole lot of life to live. Hell, she admitted she’s inexperienced, and if she thought that was going to keep me away from her, she’s wrong. So damn wrong. It only makes me want her more. I want to show her how good we can be together. I want to— No. No. No. No. I need to stop this. I need to remember that she’s helping me. I promised her she would be safe with me, and that means I can’t seduce her, no matter how badly I want to be inside her.
Blowing out a heavy breath, I grab two bottles of water and head back up to our room. She’s already beneath the covers.
“Here you go,” I say, handing her the bottle.
She immediately twists off the cap and downs half of it. I look away as her throat bobs with each swallow.
I’m losing my damn mind over her.
Moving to my side of the bed, I open my bottle and do the same before placing it on the nightstand. I move to my dresser, pull out some boxer briefs, and drop the towel, sliding into them. I don’t know if she’s watching, but I hope that she is. I’m probably going to hell for that, but this game we’re playing, it’s addicting.
She’s addicting.
Walking to the door, I turn off the lights and blindly make my way back to the bed. I climb in beside her, and because I’m a glutton for punishment and can’t seem to help myself, I reach for her. She comes willingly, allowing me to curl my body around her.
“Goodnight, gorgeous.”
“Night, Legend.”
I lie awake, holding her until her breathing is deep and even. Once I know she’s settled, I close my eyes and drift off to sleep.
CHAPTER
SIXTEEN
Monroe
It’s our last day at the cabin. We leave in the morning, and although I’ve enjoyed our time here together, I’m also ready to go home. Not because I miss my job, or Ashby, for that matter. We’ve only been here a few days. No, I’m ready to go home so that I can maybe put a little space between me and my husband.
I sleep in his arms every night—not something new for us—but here, in this place, it feels different. He’s also still touching me anytime that he can, and last night, he kissed me goodnight. Not just a peck on the lips, “have a good sleep” kind of kiss. No, he molded his mouth to mine and kissed me for what felt like hours before rolling me over, wrapping himself around me, and whispering goodnight.
I’m in trouble.
So much trouble.
I can’t resist him. What’s worse is that I don’t want to. I almost slipped away to call Emerson last night but decided against it. This is something we need to talk about in person. Besides, this cabin may be huge, but it’s quiet with just the two of us. I wasn’t willing to risk him overhearing our conversation.