Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 114284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
He inhaled deeply through his nose. “That’s tomorrow’s problem.”
I laughed silently and scratched his scalp. Then I eyed the other couch. It was just a two-seater and too short for either of us, but I could make do. As long as we stayed in the one room that was warm.
“Hey—lie down properly,” I murmured. “I’ll head upstairs and grab some pillows and covers.”
Before I eased away from him, I brushed my knuckles down his scruffy jaw and marveled at how fucking good it felt to touch him. To be near him. But a minute away was wise. Despite his semi-conscious grunt in protest, I got off the couch and went up to the second floor.
Time to cool down—in more ways than one. I shivered and headed straight for his bedroom, where I grabbed his duvet and two pillows. No need to search for the guest room. He would take the larger couch and his duvet, and I could borrow one of the pillows and the blankets downstairs.
The steps creaked on my way back down again, even more than the whole house did under the force of the storm.
The warmth of the living room greeted me soon enough, and so did the sight of Ty in the glow of the fire. Jesus Christ. He’d removed the back cushions of the larger sofa, as well as his tee.
His body was a work of art. He just stood there, all red glow and shadows, and checked his phone. Broad shoulders, defined muscles but not overly so, sweats clinging low on his hips… Sweet hell, I was drawn to him. And his perfect ass.
It was a damn shame he didn’t bottom.
When he heard my approach, he glanced over at me. “Still no service.”
I figured.
“I’m sure everythin’s back to normal in the mornin’.” I joined him at his side and tossed one of the pillows and the duvet onto his couch, then the remaining pillow on the smaller couch. “I’ll sleep there.”
“You’re joking, right?” He smirked while his eyes flashed with confusion. “We’re the same height—and I know how uncomfortable that one is to wake up on.”
It was my turn to smirk. Did he have something planned? Was he honestly suggesting we share a couch? Even with the back cushions piled on the floor, it was going to be an…intimate fit.
“You got a better idea?”
“Uh, yeah.” He raised his brows and stepped closer, and then he reached out and lifted my tee. “We take this off.”
Fuck me, he had a plan. Burning lust bolted through me, and I let him take the lead for this one. I didn’t stop him as he lifted the fabric higher and higher until he hauled it over my head and tossed the tee on the floor.
I swallowed hard and watched him, unable to hide the hunger anymore. Zero denial. However far he wanted to take this, I was game.
His intentions were clear as day in his predatory gaze, and we closed the distance at the same time. His hands went to my sides, and mine went to his face. Then we were kissing, his lips warm and firm against my own. We pressed our bodies against each other, and I slipped my hands back to his neck and up in his hair, earning me a lustful little sound from him—and his greedy hands roaming my back. Down to my ass.
When our tongues met, I couldn’t pretend to hold back even if I’d wanted to. He felt so fucking right against me, despite how new it was, despite how different this was. Ty wasn’t a sub. This wasn’t kink. D/s wasn’t on my mind. I just wanted to touch him everywhere, kiss him, taste him, feel him all over me, under me, next to me…
He slid his tongue around mine in sensual motions, and I finally got my hands on his chest. I kissed him back harder and traced his pecs with my fingers. His sternum, his chest hair, his ribcage. I wanted to lick every inch of his body.
I took a step forward, wanting us horizontal, and he didn’t need further prompting. We tumbled down together and threw the duvet over us, and I grinned into a messy kiss while we repositioned ourselves on our sides. The sheer elation that rocked my stomach was something else.
“Fuckin’ hell…” He came at me with more force, and I groaned into the next kiss and raked my fingernails down his chest. It made him hiss and press his cock against me.
I sucked in a breath and slipped a hand down his sweats. “Fuck.” Wrapping my fingers around his cock made my mouth water. “Let me see you.”
He broke away, breathing heavily, and pushed off the duvet again.
I stared unabashedly, taking in every square inch of perfect masculinity. And when he got rid of his sweats, I did the same on autopilot. Then he was right there, on full display, just for me.