Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
“I think he’s equally pissed at both of us,” I murmur as his eyes wander over my face.
“Maybe.” His expression gentles. “The good news is the worst part is over. Now, we just have to deal with the aftermath and wait for things to settle.”
“I hope that doesn’t take very long.” I sigh, leaning into him, and he accepts my weight with ease.
CHAPTER 19
Olivia
Waking to Ira’s soft purr as her head rubs against my chin, I don’t even bother opening my eyes as I reach out from under the covers to scratch between her ears. I’m not ready to be awake. I don’t want to face the day because I won’t get to relish in the fact that I’m waking up in Bax’s bed with him for the first time—his big body curled around mine, his hand on my stomach, and his warm breath on the back of my neck. Instead, I’m going to have to deal with my brother when he eventually shows up to drop off Rebecca.
She called me last night not to ask where Bax and I were so she could meet back up with us. No, she called to tell me that she was going home with Liam and spending the night at his place. I tried to squash that plan, but she was insistent. And I couldn’t exactly tell her what to do, not when she is a grown adult with the ability to make her own decisions. Even if those decisions are horrible ones.
“I can hear you thinking.” Bax’s deep, sleepy voice brushes against the small hairs at the nape of my neck, and I can’t stop the tingle from spreading down my spine.
“Sorry.”
“Still worried about Rebecca?”
“Yes.” I roll over to face him and tip my head back to meet his gaze. “If I didn’t know my brother’s history with women, I might be able to put my feelings aside, but I know the kind of guy he is. I know that he—”
“Is thinking the same thing about you being with me,” he says softly, and my eyes slide closed. Damn, way to knock me down off my high horse. “And he might be upset with you and me, but he wouldn’t go about getting back at you by fucking your friend.”
“I just don’t want to see Rebecca get hurt,” I mumble as his hand moves from my hip to the back of my thigh.
“I get that, but at the end of the day, you have no say over what she does, and worrying about it won’t change anything.”
“It’s annoying that you’re right,” I grumble, and a grin tugs at his lips.
“Now, do you want pancakes?” he asks, but I’m distracted by the feel of his hand on my thigh as it moves up over my bottom.
“What?”
“Pancakes?”
“Yes.” I swallow.
“Coffee?”
“Yeah,” I breathe as he uses his hold on my ass to pull me closer, so close that my chest presses tightly against his that is bare, and my nipples scrape against the material of my tank. I swallow hard and wait for the kiss I know is coming when his eyes drop back down to my mouth.
Of course, we’ve kissed before, but when his lips press against mine this time, something about it is different. I don’t know if it’s because we’re in his bed or if it’s because his one rule is now out the window, but whatever it is, it doesn’t take long for the kiss to become more. For our hands to start exploring, mine moving over his bare chest and abs, his hand pulling my thigh up over his, bringing us impossibly closer.
When I feel his hard cock through his boxers and my sleep shorts, I gasp into his mouth, then whimper when his hand moves down the back of my shorts. I feel his skin against mine, the pads of his fingers digging into my flesh. Rolling toward me, he settles his weight half on me as his mouth leaves mine, and his lips brush down my throat to the top of my breast. Grasping onto the sheet with one hand and his bicep with the other, I press my head back into the pillow and squeeze my leg around his hip, holding my breath.
The rough scruff on his jaw scrapes against my skin as he uses his chin to pull down the top of my tank, and I feel his warm breath against my nipple before his lips drag across it. Every move feels slow, calculated, and thought out enough just to torture me. My insides spasm and a moan climbs up the back of my throat when his hand on my bottom slides deeper into my shorts. His fingers slide through the wet between my legs, and he groans right before his warm mouth pulls my nipple between his lips, tugging hard.