Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Stella was sprawled on her stomach, her skin practically glowing in the moonlight. My eyes swept over her, and my dick was instantly rock hard. She’d obviously raided my dresser to find something to wear to bed because one of my T-shirts practically swallowed her whole. The bottom had ridden up, giving me a peek at her lush, round ass in light blue cotton panties.
Fuck. This image would be seared into my brain forever.
There was no way in hell I would be able to walk out of this room tonight.
I quietly gave Cerberus a command, and he trotted over to lie down in the large dog bed near the balcony.
Shedding my clothes until I was in just my underwear, I tossed everything in the hamper as I padded over to the bed.
No sooner had I slid under the covers did Stella roll over, closing the gap between us and snuggling against my side.
It wasn’t enough for me. I wrapped my arm around her, dragging her closer until her head rested on my chest. Then I grabbed one of her thick, sexy thighs and pulled her leg over mine. She sighed and stretched one of her arms across my torso before settling back into a deep sleep.
It was gonna be a long night of fucking torture to have her soft curves plastered against me and not take it any further. But when I relaxed, I quickly fell asleep.
5
KING
When I woke up, Stella had wiggled her way on top of me, ending up sprawled over my body with her center barely an inch above my fully erect cock. This was so much more than morning wood. I could feel the heat of her pussy on the tip of my dick, and it took all my self-control not to move her panties aside and thrust up into her.
I needed a frigid shower if I was gonna stay out of her tight little pussy…for now.
Despite what her father had told me about her and the aura of badass that came off her in waves, an innocence clung to Stella. She was obviously not very experienced, something that I appreciated, but the thought also made me feel homicidal toward any man who had dared to touch my woman. It wasn't rational, considering it was in the past, but I’d rapidly come to the conclusion that nothing about what I felt for Stella was logical.
Take it slow, I told myself. With my jaw locked, I gritted my teeth and carefully rolled her off me and onto her back.
When I stood, I couldn’t help letting my gaze sweep over her. Damn, she looked fucking edible in my clothes.
Clenching my hands into fists so that I didn’t reach out and touch her, I spun around and stalked over to the bedroom door. Cerberus was perched on the edge of his bed, waiting for the command to leave it. I gave it as I opened the door to let him out. Most mornings, I took him for a run with me, but on days like today, he knew to go scratch on the clubhouse entrance, and one of my brothers would let him out before getting him breakfast.
When I pivoted around again, my eyes strayed to the bed. Fucking hell. Silently lecturing myself, I marched into the bathroom, just barely remembering not to slam the door.
I started with ice-cold water, but when my body finally calmed, I flipped the temp to hot to relax my tense muscles. Once I was done, I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist. I’d been in such a hurry to get to another room that I hadn't brought any fresh clothes with me.
Steam billowed out when I opened the door and walked into the bedroom. As I turned to head to my dresser, my eyes drifted to the bed, and I halted in my tracks.
Stella was sitting up, her hair adorably mussed, her sleepy eyes perusing her surroundings. When she heard me enter, her gaze swung in my direction.
Fuck. I was so damn screwed.
Her eyes were wide and heated as they drank in the sight of me.
Seeing her sitting there in my clothes, that look on her face, her plush lips forming a perfect O…my cock went from semi-hard to a rod of steel, tenting the towel hanging low on my hips.
“Morning, baby,” I said casually as I prowled toward the bed.
She swallowed hard, and her eyes slid from the tattoo of wings across my chest to the Celtic-looking warning symbol around my belly button. When they moved just a little lower, she whipped her head up and stared hard at my chest.
Amused at her efforts not to look below my waist, I felt a slow smile grow on my face.
“Um…good morning?” She pulled the blankets up over her chest, and twin spots of pink bloomed on her cheeks. “Did you…um, did you sleep in here last night?”