Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Goddamn. She feels good first thing in the morning.
"If you wanted me to hold you, all you had to do was ask, baby," I tease. "No need to break your neck throwing yourself at me."
Her knee comes suspiciously close to my dick, an indignant huff blowing from her lips. "Why are you sleeping naked on my couch, Emmett?"
"I'm neither naked nor asleep. But if you'd stop wiggling…" I slide her down until she's laying across my bare chest. "There. This is more like it. Now I can sleep."
"Oh, no you can't!" She squirms again so I plant my hand against her ass. I'm not trying to cop a feel—well, not entirely. I'm trying to keep from sending her fleeing when she feels the hard bastard begging for attention between us. Call me crazy, but I don't think she's ready to become intimately acquainted with my cock. And since I'm only wearing boxers…
It's a shame, really. He's definitely ready and willing. Has been all fucking night. I should probably feel bad about jerking off in her bathroom. I don't feel bad. But I probably should.
"Why are you almost naked on my couch?"
"Figured you'd kick my ass if you woke up with me almost naked in your bed." I probably shouldn’t tell her that, but it's true. Self-preservation kept me from crawling in beside her every damn time I checked on her. She looked cuddly as fuck burritoed in her blanket cocoon.
She squirms again, and her pussy settles against my cock. We both freeze. At least, that's what I intend to do, but she makes this whimpering sound, and my fucking mind disconnects from my body.
I groan, burying my face in her throat. My lips brush her soft skin. My hands sink into her perfect ass.
I rock her against me, creating the perfect amount of friction.
Her cunt rides up and down my shaft through her pajama shorts and my boxers, her heat scorching me.
"Fuck," I groan, nipping at her throat.
Her nails dig into my arms, soft mewls, falling from her lips. And I have to taste them. I need to know what they feel like yielding to mine.
I turn my head, chasing her mouth.
Our lips collide in a desperate kiss. It's all lips and tongue and hunger. And fuck me, the way she slips her tongue into my mouth while grinding that hot little pussy all over my dick has me ready to snap.
I shove my hands into her shorts, gripping her bare ass cheeks. I'm going to worship this ass on my knees just as soon as she lets me. May not ever come up for air again, as a matter of fact.
"Emmett, I…I…"
"Ah, Christ," I pant against her throat. "You're going to fucking come on me, aren't you?"
"Yes!"
"Fuck yeah." I buck my hips, grinding against her clit. "Shatter for me, baby."
She breaks with the sweetest cry of surrender, convulsing on top of me. I rock her, trying to eke out every last shake and shiver, every last drop of pleasure. It takes every ounce of willpower I possess not to come in my boxers, but I manage it. Somehow.
And she falls limp on my chest, breathing hard. For several long moments, we just lay there before she starts coughing.
"Are you okay?" I ask, worried as fuck.
"Yes," she whispers.
I tip her head back, forcing her to look at me. "You aren't supposed to be alone, Nina. Since your brother is camping, I stayed to keep an eye on you."
Her gaze flits across my face, the vulnerability in her eyes tugging at my heart. She wants to believe me, wants to trust me, but she's scared to let herself. "I'm fine," she whispers.
"You coughed like that all morning."
"It happens with smoke inhalation."
"Oh, so you're the expert now?" I cock a brow at her, making her grimace. "Delayed acute respiratory distress happens from smoke inhalation, too, Red. You'll think you're fine, and then a day or two later, you can't breathe because of the damage to your lungs from toxins in the smoke you inhaled. I actually am an expert on this, so it makes sense for me to keep an eye on you. I know the signs."
"You don't need to do that. I have friends."
"Do any of them have medical training?"
She mumbles under her breath.
"What was that?"
"I said no, okay? No, none of them have medical training."
"Then let me help you." I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "You just lost your dad. Now, you've lost his house, and you damn near lost your life. Lean on someone else for once."
The hesitation is clear in her eyes, but she nods slowly, reluctantly.
"Now, I have a serious question for you, and I need honesty."
She immediately tenses. For a split second, dread slides through her eyes before she blinks it away. "I already told you that I didn't see anything," she says. "I was upstairs."