Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Best of all, when he came down from his high, he rolled us to our sides and wrapped his arms around me. He kept his cock planted in my ass until it softened, cuddling me the entire time, and it was the most intimate experience of my life.
“You’re implying that if we blow through all the kinky things we want to do, I might dull a little after that?” I ask him, because he totally defines my shininess by the amazing sex we have.
The humor dies and I know this when his lips go back to the neutral position. I think I may have pissed him off, but then my entire body seems to melt when he says in a softly gruff voice, “I think it’s impossible for you to do anything but shine, in or out of this bed.”
And oh wow. Something happens in my chest…a ripping sensation, and then warmth fills and spreads through me. I’m pretty sure my ovaries explode and I have the sudden realization that this is not just about sex anymore.
At least not for me.
Not when Van just said that. The man has made it a point to keep a big wall between us, but that right there knocked a hole in it, and I’m seeing him very clearly now.
But just as quickly, I notice Van’s jaw tighten, and I realize that very tender admission he just made to me has caused him discomfort. So I try to lighten the mood back up.
“Do I still annoy you?” I ask him coyly.
“Every damn minute I’m around you,” he mutters as he looks down his body at me.
“Liar,” I say softly.
And I have another moment when my breath catches. He gives me a dazzling smile loaded with mischief, and it’s so fucking beautiful I feel like I could die a happy woman right now to have been given that gift from him.
Pushing up, I roll off the bed. “Let me make you breakfast.”
“You’re treating me awful well,” he observes as he rolls out of bed behind me. I bend over and find his briefs, tossing them his way. They smack him in the face and he glares at me, but then puts them on.
“Well, like I said, it’s game day and I want you to perform well. So a big breakfast is in order.”
“Then back to bed?” he asks hopefully.
I shrug. “If that’s what you want to do. Don’t you have a skate or something?”
Van shakes his head. “I’ll go for a short run in a bit, but then I have nothing to do until I have to leave for the arena.”
“Then it’s sexcapades for the win,” I say brightly as I slip my panties on. I then grab Van’s T-shirt and throw it over my head, loving the smell of him as it envelopes me.
He watches me with interest and I wonder if he thinks that’s too intimate, but he doesn’t say a word about it.
But does ask, “Are you going to the game tonight?”
I shake my head with true dismay. “I have to work.”
“At Lulu’s right?” he asks with a cocked eyebrow.
“Yes, at Lulu’s,” I say with exasperation. “But you are going to have to go get my stuff at Follies. You promised.”
He nods, appearing relieved that I’ve given up that career path. “I’ll go get that after breakfast, then I’ll go on a run when I get back.”
“Then sexcapades?” I ask with a cheesy grin.
He rolls his eyes at me, and to my surprise hooks me around the back of my neck to pull me into him. My arms wrap around his waist and I look up.
“Want to run with me when I get back?” he asks.
I’m astonished by the invitation, but I’m not going to pass it up. “Absolutely.”
This gets me a sharp slap on my ass and another smile from him. “Good…now go make my breakfast, woman.”
“Bossy,” I snap as I pull away from him.
He laughs and follows me out of the room, heading across the hall to the bathroom while I turn left to head into the kitchen.
I open the refrigerator and smile at the contents. I’m a planner. I knew when Lucas and Stephanie made amends that he would be staying at her apartment. I knew that meant Van and I would be alone, and it was my great hope that I’d be spending the full night in his bed thereafter.
Thus I planned for a breakfast contingency.
I pull out the bacon and eggs, giving the door a hip bump to close it. At the counter, I get a pan heating and start lining up strips of bacon in it. Just as they start to sizzle, arms come around my waist and Van is stepping into the back of my body. He’s so much taller than me, and he just rests his chin on top of my head and murmurs, “We never have food in this house. Why are there bacon and eggs?”