Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 97767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
I try to focus on the warmth of his blankets—they smell like him too—the steady rhythm of his breathing, the way his arms feel like the safest place in the world. Every nerve in my body is tuned into him, into the way he feels against me, into the quiet intensity of his touch.
“Comfortable?” Gio murmurs, his low rasp causes me to shiver despite the warmth of the blankets.
“Mm,” I hum, pretending to be unimpressed though my body betrays me with every subtle arch and shiver. “I was until you turned into an octopus.”
Honestly, his hands are all over me.
“Octopus?” He chuckles, the sound vibrating through me. “I’m keeping you warm.”
“Is that what you call this?” I tease, twisting slightly to glare at him over my shoulder. “I’m pretty sure you’re the reason I couldn’t sleep.”
Not all.
Not even a little.
We had sex three times, which is a record for me.
His lips brush my neck again, just below my ear, and I feel him smirk. “You weren’t complaining last night.”
I roll my eyes, yawning at the same time. “Last night was different. Last night, I wasn’t trying to sleep.”
“It’s not my fault you’re so sexy and irresistible.”
I melt into that comment and lie. “Flattery gets you nowhere.”
“Are you sure?” he murmurs, hand sliding lower, just above my best bits. “I think it’s working.”
I let out a dramatic sigh, though it’s hard to sound annoyed when his lips are making a trail of fire down my shoulder.
It feels so good.
Best way to wake up…
My eyes flutter shut as I try to resist how good it feels, but I’m losing the battle. I should be annoyed. I should push him away, climb out of this bed and get dressed to reclaim my morning as mine.
Go be productive! Carpe Diem, seize the day!
Instead, I tilt my head just slightly, giving him more access ‘cause I’m thirsty like that.
“You’re way too confident for someone who hogs blankets and snores.”
“I don’t snore,” Gio feigns offense, nipping at my shoulder.
“Oh, you definitely do,” I tease, glancing at him over my shoulder. “It’s like sleeping next to a bear.”
His hair is a mess, the bed head sticking up in a way that should look ridiculous but only makes him more attractive. Gio looks as tired as I feel, but still in a great mood considering how early it is.
He is in no rush to shoo me out of his place.
“You just told me you got no sleep last night.”
Busted.
His giant hand squeezes my hip before it begins tracing lazy patterns against my skin. Over my pelvis. Around my belly button.
“You’re not running for the hills.”
“I’m too tired to run,” I whisper with another yawn. “And you’re warm. Like a space heater.”
I roll onto my back, tilting my head to look up at him fully, and the sight nearly makes me lose my train of thought.
Big smile. Crinkles at the corners of his eyes when he looks at me. A nose that drags itself down the side of my neck, sniffing me like he can’t get enough.
“How ‘bout I cool you down with a pussy full of my dick?”
A laugh bursts out of my lips and I pull the blanket up further, covering my face.
“Oh my God—you sound like a massive perv.”
“Answer the question, Austin.” He laughs, tugging the blanket back down, exposing my breasts, his mouth creeping dangerously close to my nipple, his lips pressing hot, warm kisses on the swell of my breasts.
I don’t usually sleep naked, but when I do…
I don’t mind morning sex.
“You’re lucky you’re slightly above average at the sex.” I can’t stop myself from giving him a hard time. The longer we lay here, the more awake I feel, the funnier I become. Ha ha.
“Above average?” he repeats, leaning down until his lips hover over mine. “Is that your final answer?”
“Yup,” I pop the ‘p’ to be a brat, though my smirk falters when his hand slips between my thighs, index finger slipping its way inside my pussy.
Despite myself, my legs part by several inches…
“Still only above average?” he teases, his voice low and rough.
My teeth catch my bottom lip, something I know he likes. I’ve seen the way his eyes watch my mouth when I do it and I do it now to drive him crazy.
“Will you put another finger inside me if I say yes?”
Gio shakes his head slowly.
No.
That finger inside me begins small circles over my clit and it’s not enough…not nearly enough…
I bite back a moan, my fingers tightening in his hair as my head falls back against the pillow.
“If you want my face between your legs, say my name,” he whispers next to my ear, voice thick with lust. He’s horny, too, kissing the corner of my mouth, hand still working its magic in my pussy, and I can barely think straight anymore.