Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“How do I know when the noodles are ready?” Chuck asked as he tossed them into the boiling water.
“Just set a timer for eight minutes,” I said, not trusting him to go by a taste test. “Then strain it into this,” I told him, setting the colander into the sink. “And try not to burn yourself. Alright. I’m gonna go wake up Max. She’s gotta be starving,” I told him as I moved down the hallway.
I closed the door as the music got louder again in the kitchen, making Max grumble and roll onto her back.
The covers slipped down her body. Her t-shirt slipped up, exposing a few inches of her stomach as her breasts rose and fell under the thin material. I was suddenly thankful I kept the thermostat cool to sleep because her nipples were pebbled up in the chill of the room.
I forgot all about my empty stomach as I pushed the door lock before moving deeper into the room.
I slid in beside her, just taking a minute to watch how soft she was in her sleep, that tension she usually had in her jaw slacked.
Reaching out, I brushed some of her hair out of her face again, making her nose wrinkle up as she lifted a hand to swat at me.
Finding my hand there, her eyelids slowly slipped open, fluttering for a second, trying to get her bearings before she glanced over to see me there.
“Oh,” she said, her voice thick. “Hey.”
“Hey, sugar. Sleep well?” I asked.
“Your bed doesn’t talk.”
“Uh, what was that?” I asked, worried she might still be asleep.
“My bed moans and groans when I turn over,” she told me with a little yawn. “What time is it?”
“Dinner time. Chuck cooked.”
“Oh, God.”
“I supervised,” I said as she turned to look at me.
“You cook?”
“Not often, but I’m capable of it.”
“I don’t want to move yet,” Max admitted, exhaling hard.
“We don’t have to go anywhere,” I said, letting my fingers drift down the side of her face, her chin, then neck.
Max took a deep breath, making her tits stretch the material of her tee. There was no stopping my hand from gliding down, from closing over one of the swells.
So close, I could feel the shiver that coursed through her even as her eyes went heavy-lidded.
“No?” she asked, letting out a little sigh as my fingers started to trace around her nipple.
“Nope, can stay here as long as you want,” I said, leaning over, then sealing my lips over hers.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Max
Waking up with Miko beside me had warmth spreading through me, a gooey sensation in my chest that slowly spread outward until it overtook me completely.
Something about it just felt… right.
Him, me, together.
The way sleep was still clinging to me made it impossible for any of the doubts and insecurities to slip in, ruining a soft, sweet moment.
A soft, sweet moment that was quickly becoming more as Miko’s hand slid down my shoulder, then over my breast, teasing around my nipple.
The warmth became a fire that burned through me in seconds, making a heaviness press down on my lower stomach.
Then Miko was shifting, leaning down, and sealing his lips over mine.
There was no stopping the way my hands reached for him, pulling him until his body shifted over mine. My legs spread, and he slipped between, the hard length of his cock against the aching need between my thighs.
I moaned against his lips as my hands slid down his back, sinking into his firm ass and pulling him more firmly against me.
His lips grew harder, hungrier.
And I responded in turn as my legs hooked around his hips, my heels digging into his ass, pressing him more firmly against me.
His hips rocked, making my head fall back on a moan at the feel of him pressing where I needed him most.
Miko pressed up, looking down at me as he rocked his hips again.
At my whimper, he suddenly rolled me under him. Reaching down, he grabbed me behind the knees, pulling until I sat up to straddle him.
He folded up with me, reaching to snag the hem of my shirt and starting to draw it upward. I lifted my arms, allowing him to remove it completely.
The chill in the air and the heat within had my nipples twisting into tighter buds as Miko’s hungry gaze moved downward, taking me in.
The rumble that moved through him teased across my nerve endings, making me rock against him.
Miko’s hands slid up my sides, then moved inward to cover my breasts, squeezing, then releasing to roll my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. A moan escaped me as I leaned back, inviting more, pressing myself further into the touch.
He leaned inward, pressing his face to the center of my chest, breathing me in, as his soft hair teased over my skin.
When his head shifted and his lips sucked one of my nipples in, a shudder moved through me.