Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27528 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27528 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“No thanks. I’m good,” he said easily behind me. “The view’s good back here.”
I stumbled but recovered quickly. “Brat.”
He snickered as we made the final climb to the peak across from the mountains.
I breathed heavily as I took in the majestic view, and a slow smile spread across my face. “I forgot how beautiful it is up here.” My breathing returned to normal the more I looked at the mountains and the small river below.
“I couldn’t agree more.” Mac’s deep voice was closer and richer. And hotter.
I turned, and he was staring right at me. “Mac,” I exhaled.
“Not this time,” he growled, cradling my face in his hands before his lips crashed down on mine. The kiss was commanding and intense. His lips were soft but firm, and his grip tightened as he angled me to better devour my mouth.
I didn’t care that we were both sweaty; all I wanted was everything contained in that kiss that made my legs wobble and my belly somersault. His tongue swept across my bottom lip, then my top lip.
He growled when his tongue slipped between my lips and our tongues touched, setting off a fiery exchange that made my entire body pulse.
My whole body. My pussy clenched, and I felt moisture flood between my thighs as I kissed him back like he was my long-lost lover. I wanted to take the kiss to the next level, but a breeze ripped through the trees, hardening my nipples and bringing me to my senses. I pulled back, suddenly embarrassed. “Sorry.”
He tilted my head up to look into my eyes. “Are you really sorry?”
“Yeah, I’m all sweaty and gross. I probably smell too.”
He laughed and hooked one arm around my waist, tugging until our bodies were glued together. “That’s okay, I like it a little dirty.” He kissed me again, even harder and deeper. The kiss was full of raw emotions—lust, need, and want.
My body was on fire, and I was so hungry for him that I climbed his body and wrapped my legs around his waist. He was hard—really hard, and thick. A low moan escaped me, and I tore my mouth from his, gasping and panting for air. I didn’t want the kiss to end, but it had to.
“Damn,” he grunted, pressing his forehead to mine. “That was even hotter than I imagined.”
I blinked, confused. “You thought about kissing me?”
He nodded slowly, licking his lips while wearing that panty-melting smile. “Since you opened the door wearing those itty-bitty pajamas.”
“No!”
“Yes.” He nodded, but his smile faded and darkened when I slid down his body. “You’re going to kill me, Doc.”
“Maybe,” I laughed, taking off at a slow jog. “Maybe you’ll be playing my male nurse.” Oh my god, did I really just say that?
“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
I laughed, and as we reached the bottom, I realized it was the most fun I’d had with a man in a long, long time. “Would it be a good time?”
He nodded slowly. Sexily. “I think it would be a damn good time. As soon as I find a male nurse uniform.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me close, kissing me until I was dizzy.
“Make sure it shows off lots of cleavage. And leg.”
The sound of his deep laughter hit me straight between the legs, making for a thrilling and messy run home.
7 MAC
Three days.
Three days stuck in the house, doing nothing but walking around and avoiding mirrors, making sandwiches, and staying off social media. What I haven’t been doing? Writing. Singing. Humming, even. And finally, on the third day, the music has returned. Maybe it was the taste of Kayla still lingering on my tongue or the way she felt under my palms. Her curves were soft, her skin silky, and my cock grew at the thought of her.
Whatever the reason, the music was back.
It returned late last night, and I was so excited that I grabbed my guitar, a pad, a pen, and my recorder app, staying up all night. Hell, I still hadn’t slept, and it was close to noon. I didn’t care.
I wasn’t tired either.
I was invigorated. Energized. Shit, I was inspired, which hadn’t happened in far too long. Sure, I had made songs that topped the charts, sold well, and kept the name Lancaster in the public eye, but those songs didn’t inspire me. They were catchy and semi-emotional, but they weren’t real.
What I had jotted down so far? Real.
Really fucking real.
My phone chimed on the coffee table, and I smiled when I saw the message from Kayla.
Kayla: Knock. Knock.
I replied immediately.
Mac: Who’s there?
The next message that came in was a photo of Kayla with my front door behind her.
I was on my feet in an instant, rushing to the front door, eager to see her in the flesh. “Kayla.” She was wearing another pair of jeans—black this time—that had to have been painted on by Da Vinci, and a cream sweater that drew my gaze to her gorgeous tits.