Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 73(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 73(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
I quickly tell her where the towels and soaps are in the bathroom, and Lacey smiles at me and goes to the shower.
I distract myself by changing into pajamas, throwing on a loose pair of pajama pants but leaving my shirt off. I try to tell myself it’s because it’s warm here, but really it’s because I’m hoping to feel Lacey’s hands on my skin without the barrier of clothes. I don’t regret taking her in the bathroom, but God I need to be with her without the stupid fabric between us.
I grab my phone out of my jeans pocket before I chuck my clothes in the laundry hamper. The device dings with an incoming text, and I frown as I swipe to open it. I’m not expecting to hear from anyone, and I’m not exactly notorious for being responsive to text messages. All my friends know that if they want to talk to me, they either turn up at my door or work to speak to me in person or call me enough times that I’ll get annoyed and finally answer. But I take this opportunity to distract myself from bursting into the bathroom and fucking the girl in my shower and reading the message.
I immediately regret it.
The text is from Eddie, my brother. Also known as the man sitting on top of the list of people I want to throttle.
My jaw clenches as I read the message. He tells me that he’s coming home next week because he wants to introduce his new girl to our parents, and brags about how much fun he’s having in Europe. Like I asked. I haven’t spoken to him in two months, and yet he’s texting me like we’re close friends.
I reply in a short, snappy message. Stop being a selfish dick and grow up, Eddie. Get a fucking grip.
Before I can throw my phone onto the bedside table and ignore him, he replies: no need to be jealous, bro. Take a chill pill.
Immature doesn’t even begin to describe my brother. He’s a year older than me, and yet he acts like a teenage kid. I’ve never been quick to violence, but my God do I want to punch the shit out of him right now.
I don’t bother acknowledging his stupidity with a response, instead shutting off my phone completely and chucking it in the bedside drawer. Before I have time to really wallow in the fury I feel after speaking to my brother, the bathroom door opens with a gust of soapy-smelling steam.
My attention is immediately stolen by the girl who appears in the doorway. The entire rest of the world ceases to exist when Lacey’s near. Nobody matters but her.
Especially when she’s wearing nothing but a towel.
“I um…I don’t have anything to wear,” she says, running her bottom lip between her teeth. I push to my feet, needing to be closer to her, to touch her in whatever way she’ll let me. Her eyes sparkle as she lifts her chin, a teasing smile on her full lips. “But I thought, maybe I wouldn’t need clothes anyway.”
Her words send fire through my veins, my cock instantly hardening at the sweet but sinful tone in her voice, and then she nearly kills me by letting go of the towel. It drops to the floor at her feet, leaving her bare but for a few stray water droplets decorating her skin.
Instinct consumes me. In a second, I surge forward, grabbing her and hauling her closer. Lacey cries out as my hands cup her ass, forcing her legs around my waist and grinding her bare pussy against my cock through my sweats. Whatever edge of nervousness she had before is gone, and as I throw both of us on my bed, she clings to me.
“I was going to let you shower then wrap you up in bed and let you sleep and relax,” I tell her, my voice rough with a growl. “But if you expect me to be able to sleep now that I’ve seen how fucking perfect this body is? Think again.”
Lacey laughs, the sound morphing into a moan as I dip my head, laving my tongue over her peaked nipple. Her skin tastes so fucking sweet.
“I don’t want sleep,” she pants, shivering. “I want you.”
“Fuck,” I groan, reaching between us to shove my pants down and kick them off. “Goddamnit, baby. You’re so fucking perfect.”
Lacey whimpers as I brace my body over her, kissing and nipping and licking the sensitive skin on her breasts until her breaths are uneven and I can feel her grow wet where our hips are pressed together. I groan as she arches up, the movement rubbing her center against the underside of my cock, slicking me with her need.
“I need to fuck you, Lace,” I tell her, my hands tracing every inch of her soft, silky skin. “I need to fucking devour you.”