Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
We writhe together, cry out together. Fall together.
I was wrong in the limo. This is the best goddamn orgasm I've ever had.
Chapter Eight
Georgia
"Wake up, little one," Blaze croons in my ear, nuzzling my neck from behind.
I groan, burrowing deeper into him, deeper into his bed. I don't want to wake up. I want to stay right here forever with him wrapped around me. It's my favorite place. He's so warm and cuddly. I love the way he surrounds me.
I don't know what time it is. I don't even know what time I went to sleep.
He carried me into the bathroom and bathed me after making love to me the first time. It was intimate in a way I never thought it could be. I loved every single second of him taking care of me. By the time he was done, I was so blissed out I passed out.
He didn't let me sleep for long, I know that much. Every few hours, he reached for me, kissing me awake. He fucked me again and then again, apologizing every time for not being able to keep his hands off me. As if I had a single complaint. I didn't. I still don't.
Christmas has always been my favorite time of the year. This year, it feels magical in brand new, beautiful ways. I got everything I wanted and so much more. Having Blaze as my daddy is the best gift ever.
"Don't wanna," I whine.
His chuckle does delicious things to the sensitive skin behind my ear. His hand does more wonderful things when he slips it between my legs, cupping my center in his palm.
"I know you're sleepy, baby girl," he croons, pressing his thumb to my clit. "But you have to get up now. We have things to do."
"Mm," I moan, spreading my legs to give him room to work. "I like this thing better."
"Yeah?" His lips brush my shoulder, his thumb running in circles around my clit. "Does that mean you don't want to see what I did downstairs?"
"You did something for me?"
"I'd do anything for you." He kisses my shoulder again and then groans. "Fuck. I can't keep my hands off you. You're so sweet right here."
I whimper his name, rocking my hips into his hand. Every muscle in my body is sore in the most delicious way. I love the way it burns. I even love how sticky I am between my legs. His scent is all over me. I never want to lose it.
He makes me come with his thumb on my clit. It's a warm rain washing through me, unfurling slowly. I moan, every bone in my body turning to rubber as it recedes. He holds me through it, crooning praises in my ear.
"So beautiful," he whispers with another sweet kiss to my shoulder. And then he rises. Before I can tempt him back into the bed, he scoops me up in his arms. His lips touch mine in a soft caress that fills me with joy. I could drown in this man and not regret a second of it.
"You're dressed," I say when I realize he's not naked like I am.
"That's because it's noon." He grins down at me, his cocoa eyes soft. Full of light. The grumpy beast he's been for the last two months is nowhere to be found now. He's all smiles and bone-deep satisfaction. It sears every gorgeous line on his face. "I've been up for hours."
"You didn't wake me," I say, pouting.
"You needed rest." Guilt flashes in his expression. "I didn't let you get much last night."
"Do you hear me complaining?"
"Greedy girl."
"Your beard still has dye in it." I tug on it gently, smiling. "If this is what you're going to look like in a few years, sign me up."
"A few years?" He quirks a brow at me. "Baby girl, watching over you will have me gray by next year. You're too goddamn beautiful, and you like stressing me out way too fucking much."
I giggle because he's not wrong. I do love pushing his buttons. "It's your own fault, you know," I say, playing with his beard as he carries me through the bedroom. The sun is out today, shining into the room from every angle. I must have been more tired than I thought to sleep with it. Usually, I need complete darkness. "You get all growly and hot when you're stressed out. Behaving doesn't have much incentive when you look like a sexy beast when you're grumpy."
"You think I'm sexy?" He grins at me.
"You know I do," I say, rolling my eyes.
"Keep rolling those eyes at me, I'll be spanking you again real soon, little one."
I moan at the thought, squeezing my legs together. He notices and shakes his head, his expression softening again.
"You're going to ruin me, aren't you?"
"Yep," I agree, beaming at the thought. If spankings are my punishment, I'm going to earn every damn one of them. Besides, we both know how much he likes it when I'm a brat. If he wants to tame me, I'll let him. But I plan on enjoying every minute of it.