Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 126589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
“I don’t want to be shitty to you, Beth,” he told her, brushing her hair back from her cheek. She was as damp and sweaty as he was, but he liked that. He also enjoyed that she didn’t seem in any particular rush to wash his other dampness off her thighs or from her body. He’d made a huge fucking mess. It was a little embarrassing. His thighs, hers, his lap were all coated with his cum, and he was pretty damned sure some of it had gotten on his couch as well. Jesus, say what you wanted about condoms, at least they kept things less messy.
Not that he minded, he had enjoyed every single sensation of being bare inside of her. It had been hot as hell. One of the many reasons he’d been such a ten second wonder. And now he reveled in the fact that he didn’t have to let her go to discard a condom. Instead he could bask in the afterglow with her. It was phenomenal and he couldn’t wait to do it again. Because he’d go bareback with her every damned time from now on if she allowed it.
Beth had grown heavy on his chest, and he smiled down at the top of her head when he heard a faint snore.
He wrapped his arms tightly around her, cuddling her closer, feeling absurdly protective of her for some reason. He tucked his jaw against the top of her head and sighed, the sound filled with contentment.
He must have dozed off, because when he opened his eyes again, the light had changed, the room was brighter, and sunlight streamed in through the small crack between the drawn drapes. Dust sparkled like gold in the warm light that streaked across the hardwood floor like a laser beam to find her face, where it highlighted the delicate curve of her cheek and the straight line of her nose.
Her thick, golden-brown eyelashes fanned against her cheek, fluttering restlessly as she slept.
Beth.
He didn’t know when he had stopped thinking of her as Lizzy, the nuisance who annoyed the shit out of him. Right now, all he saw was Beth, the woman his friends adored, the woman she’d never truly revealed to him.
Without that defensive prickly shield, she was a revelation…and he wasn’t sure how he felt about that. Wasn’t at all sure if he would continue to feel this way, or if it was just the byproduct of the cocktail of happy hormones currently still flooding his system thanks to the outstanding orgasm that had left him drained and reeling.
The movement of her lids increased, until she opened her eyes abruptly.
Her pupils dilated for a brief moment when she lifted her head to meet his eyes, leaving only the tiniest sliver of green, before contracting against the light.
“You okay?” he asked warily, not sure what to expect from her now.
She looked similarly cautious as she braced her palms on his chest and pushed herself up, putting some space between their upper bodies.
“Yes,” she murmured, tucking an errant strand of hair behind her ear.
“This was unexpected,” he said, and she nodded, avoiding his eyes.
She shifted in his lap and his damned dick took that as a sign to perk right the hell up again. He tried to keep his expression neutral, but goddamn, all that wetness against his naked, sensitive cock felt amazing.
She flushed when she felt him hardening and her gaze flew to his eyes, wide with shock and alive with questions.
“Can’t unspill the milk, remember?” he murmured, hoping it would stave off any incipient regret that may be seeping in.
“Can’t unscrew the pooch,” she said, with a wobbly smile and Gideon heaved a sigh of relief.
Looked like they were okay for now.
“Ignore old Hugh G,” he told her. “He’s a greedy bastard.”
“Kind of hard to ignore,” she said, looking down. His gaze followed hers and he nearly moaned when he saw the tip of his cock—angry, red, and wet with their juices—peeking up from where it was squeezed between the mound of her pussy and his abdomen.
God, it was hot as fuck.
She was still wearing those innocent pink panties, and the desire to tear them off her was even stronger now than it had been earlier when he’d been dying to get inside her.
“I have to…I n-need the buh-b…” She stopped talking and sank into miserable silence.
“Want to get cleaned up?” he asked, recognizing that her shyness, which he’d only ever caught small glimpses of in the past, was rearing its head.
She nodded, staying silent, and he gave her rump a possessive squeeze before, taking hold of her generous hips and lifting her off him.
He plonked her down on the couch next to him but she was up in seconds, her face bright red.
“Nuh-no… it’ll ruin the c-cuh”—deep breath and then—“sofa.”