Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 88656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
I didn’t dare prompt him for any more conversation at that point, because I got the feeling he was trying to turn the focus back onto me. Best to avoid that at all costs. Instead, I removed the laptop from the bed and worked the covers down. Kage helped me a little by scooting around as needed.
“You want to get rid of those shorts and socks?” I asked— innocently, of course.
“Yeah, but I need your help.” He peeked at me out of one eye before closing it again.
Trying to be as emotionally removed as a doctor examining a patient, I pulled off first one sock then the other and tossed them on the floor. Then I hooked my fingers into the band of his shorts and began to shimmy them down his hips. I had to work them over the bulge in the front of his underwear, noting in a very clinical manner that either he had the largest soft dick of anyone I’d ever seen, or he was at least partially hard. But then, he was drunk. He couldn’t be held accountable for anything, including the state of his dick, right?
My fingers accidentally trailed down the outsides of his muscular thighs, the hair tickling my fingertips. I took a deep breath as I hovered over his prone body and caught the distinct scent of his manliness— a hint of sweat mixed with warm musk. Passion bloomed in my belly, unfurled and spread through me like wild vines. I had the ridiculous urge to bury my face in him and just breathe. His scent was driving me crazy.
I slid his shorts the rest of the way down his legs and threw the covers up over him before I did something to embarrass myself. Then I undressed down to my boxer briefs and burrowed down under the covers on my side of the bed. I stayed as far away from him as I could, afraid of what would happen if I caught his scent again. It took me forever to go to sleep. By that time, Kage had long since begun the labored breathing of a drunken slumber.
The next morning, I woke to the sounds of him getting dressed.
“Hey,” he said apologetically, looking like the hell he must have been feeling. “Sorry to wake you. And sorry about last night. I have no idea what I might have done.” He shrugged and offered a half-hearted smile.
“You were fine. Don’t worry.” I laughed. “You didn’t do anything embarrassing.”
Unfortunately, I couldn’t say the same for myself. Maybe he wouldn’t remember the porn site, and maybe he had been too far gone to notice how long it had taken me to get his shorts off, or how I’d scented him like a bloodhound.
“Whose shirt is this, anyway?’ he asked, pulling the plain white t-shirt over his head.
“It’s not yours?” I giggled. “Oops. I have no idea.”
“Well, I guess it’s mine now. Meanwhile, someone has one of my favorite Under Armor shirts.”
“I’m so sorry. I was just in a hurry to get you out of there. You were playing strip poker, and you were down to your underwear. It was an emergency situation.”
“Emergency, huh?” He rounded the bed, coming to stand over me. Then he shocked me by leaning down and giving me a hug. “Thank you for coming to get me. I’m really ashamed that I called you, and I promise it won’t happen again, okay?”
“Have you lost your damn mind? If you get into a jam again, you’d better call me. I’m not mad, okay? I’m here for you.” He was still hugging me, and I wrinkled my nose and pushed him away. “And you’re right, that is definitely not your shirt. It doesn’t smell like you at all. Take it off.” As soon as I realized what I’d said, I started backpedaling. “I don’t mean literally take it off. I just mean I wish I’d grabbed the right shirt. Now you smell like cigarette smoke and cheap cologne. And some other guy.”
He raised a brow at me, looking as cocksure as he could through the haze of what had to have been a massive hangover, and pulled the shirt back over his head. Then he strutted over to the trash can in the kitchen, balled it up, and threw it in. “Happy now?”
He stalked back over to the bed, reminding me of a panther the way his muscles moved beneath the flesh of his increasingly tempting upper body. I wanted to close my eyes, but I couldn’t. He climbed onto the bottom of my bed and crawled up toward me, sending my heartbeat skittering out of control. Then he climbed roughly on top of me and covered my face with his chest.
“Does that smell right? Huh? Do I smell like myself?” Knowing from our sparring that I couldn’t handle being tickled on my sides, Kage went straight in for the kill. He tickled like he fought… one-hundred-percent invested.