Total pages in book: 156
Estimated words: 142833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
"You know how to read, Kenzi. You don't need me to read for you anymore."
"I know but I like to hear your voice when I fall asleep."
That puts an instant smile on my face and now I want nothing more than to read to her. Smiling, I take the old worn book from her hands, which I have memorized from reading it to her so many times.
"Well, I can't argue with that, now can I?" I reply, winking at her.
She shakes her head back and forth and smiles. "Nope."
Kenzi
Tor's been going a bit stir crazy in the house, so today I drove him to the beach so we could walk around and get some fresh air and sun. We hold hands and walk along the edge of the water with our shoes off and watch the seagulls.
"I love having you at my house every day," he says, squeezing my hand. "Now I don't want it to stop."
My heart soars. I can't even put into words how much I've enjoyed being with him every day. "I don't want it to stop, either. I never want to leave."
"Someday, you won't have to. That's the goal, right? To live together?" He glances down at me.
"That's definitely my goal. Can I start working at the shop when you go back?"
"Of course. Are you sure that's what you want to do?"
"I'm positive."
"Then you can. Gretchen can spend a few days with you before she moves to train you on some things."
"That would be great."
Something catches my eye along the water, and I let go of his hand to step forward to grab it. It's an old glass bottle.
"Damn I thought it was a message in the bottle," I say, frowning.
"Nope. Just some asshole's garbage."
There are no trash barrels around, so I have to put the bottle back down in the sand.
"I'm bummed. I've always wanted to find a message in a bottle."
"Isn't it only worth it if it's written for you?" He asks, reaching for my hand again.
"That's so true. Even if I found one, I'm not sure I could open it and read it. It's so invasive. But how fascinating would it be to just see one? I'm curious how the paper and ink would look. I wonder how the ink and paper would hold up after years of floating in the ocean, tossed around by storms, and then warmed by the sun over and over again.”
"Only you would think of that, Angel. But...here's some food for thought - how will you know if it’s for you or not, unless you open it?" He teases, bumping my shoulder.
I gape at him in mock irritation. "Now that's just mean and torturous."
He gestures up towards an ice cream stand in the distance. "Let me buy you some ice cream and then I want to take you home and torture you in ways that are much more fun."
My pulse speeds up as I go up on my toes to kiss his cheek and whisper in his ear. "Ice cream sounds yummy but I really want to lick you."
He groans and puts his arms around my waist, pulling me into him. "You naughty thing. I may not make the drive home if you keep talking like that."
As soon as we get inside his house he backs me up against the wall. His lips covering mine hungrily, and his hands moving slowly up my arms to rest on either side of my neck, holding my face to his as his tongue twists with mine.
"My body's not that sore anymore, baby," He says, his voice raspy from the kiss. "And it wants you in a bad fuckin' way."
"I'm all yours," I whisper against his mouth, and slide my hand down his chiseled body to grope his cock through his jeans, squeezing gently. Any shyness I had about touching him has slowly faded over the past few weeks after taking care of him while he was recovering. Bathing and showering with him was the perfect opportunity for us to reach an even deeper level of intimacy, and I took advantage of it to be able to explore every inch of his amazing body.
He sucks in a breath and watches with dark lust-filled eyes as I slowly slide myself down the wall until I'm kneeling in front of him, holding his gaze as I slowly unzip his jeans and pull them down along with his boxers. His hard cock thrusts out, and I eagerly wrap my lips around the head and slide my mouth down his shaft, filling my mouth and throat with him. He leans one arm on the wall above me and his other hand cups the back of my neck, his thumb slowly rubbing over my cheek as I move my lips up and down the hot length of him.