Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
She shrugged. “I like it. My head is a cluttered mess most of the time, so a simple, neutral space appeals to me.”
Huh, that’d teach him to judge.
“Makes sense.” He pulled open the second drawer of his chest. “You want to sleep in that or a T-shirt?” The idea of her wearing his clothes made his already hard cock even stiffer, but he tried not to let it show. It was a damn shirt. If she didn’t want it, he shouldn’t care.
But he didn’t need to worry because her entire face lit up, and she nodded. “I’ll take a shirt, thanks.”
He tossed her his favorite black Handlers’ shirt. “Bathroom’s through there. Take your time. Should be an extra toothbrush under the sink.”
“Thanks.” She caught the shirt and turned toward the bathroom with pink cheeks warming her face. He wanted to follow her in and watch her change like a psycho, but he fought the urge and let her have a few moments of privacy. It had been an eventful night, and she had to be feeling overwhelmed. While he waited, he ran through his shop’s recent inventory list in his head, hoping to finally kill the boner he’d been battling all night.
Precisely five minutes later, Kelsie stepped out of the bathroom, and he nearly swallowed his tongue. The shirt had to be five sizes too big, fell to her knees, and dwarfed her small frame.
It also made him horny as fuck.
Damn, this night was an exercise in self-control.
She stood there, pink-faced, wringing her romper in her hands, a bundle of nerves. Maybe she needed another orgasm.
He’d be more than happy to provide that service but would hold off until she’d had time to process everything that happened that night.
“I’m gonna pop in the bathroom,” he said to give her more time alone. “Make yourself comfortable. Take whatever side of the bed you want. Easy.”
Ty took a leak, washed his hands, brushed his teeth, and removed his clothes. He typically slept in boxer briefs and didn’t plan to change that tonight. If he had to endure the torture of sleeping next to Kelsie in nothing but his shirt, she could deal with him in his skivvies.
“Comfy?” he asked as he walked out of the bathroom to find her lying on the side of the bed closest to the window, facing him.
“Uh, yes.” Her greedy gaze took in every inch of his exposed skin, making him moan.
“Baby, you’re killing me. Stop looking at me like that.” In nothing but his underwear, there was no way to hide his cock’s interest in her.
Kelsie didn’t seem to mind. She giggled and kept on checking him out without an ounce of shame.
“God, you’re trouble,” he said with a groan as he pulled back the covers and joined her in his king-sized bed. “Roll over.”
Giggling, she followed his command, rolling onto her side facing away from him.
He snuggled up behind her and looped an arm around her waist. Her pert ass nestled right against his dick, making him groan.
“You okay?” She was the one to ask this time, but the false innocence in her voice betrayed her true intentions. The woman seemed to get off on torturing him.
“Fucking peachy.”
She giggled again, relaxing into his hold. Ty slipped a hand under her T-shirt and splayed his palm over her stomach. Kelsie tensed for a fraction of a second before settling again.
“This all right?”
“Yes.” Her voice was breathy and heavy with fatigue. “So all right. I really like your hands on me, Ty.”
Fuck yes.
“And in me.”
He groaned, and she snickered.
“Fucking menace.”
They fell quiet, only the twin sounds of their breathing filling the air. He assumed she’d fallen asleep, but then she whispered, “Ty?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Thank you. Tonight was… perfect.”
He kissed the top of her head, then slid his hand up until he could cup her breast. Finding it bare, he brushed a thumb across her nipple with gentle strokes.
Kelsie rewarded him with a happy, tired sigh and a pebbled nipple.
“Sleep, baby, there’s more to come tomorrow. And just so you know… have at me whenever you’re ready. I’ll never turn you down.”
Within seconds, she went slack against him as slumber claimed her. Ty lay there for long minutes, unable to settle because of the rock-hard cock wedged against her softness.
Every time she breathed, her ass bumped said cock in the sweetest damn torture.
He could dart back to the bathroom to rub one out and relieve the unbearable pressure in his balls, but that would mean untangling himself from Kelsie’s warm softness. For the first time in his forty-six years of life, holding a woman became more appealing than a much-needed orgasm.
Instead of leaving, he tightened his arm around her. She fit against him like she was crafted to be there, two puzzle pieces slotting together. Even her tit filled his hand to perfection. He stroked the softness, reveling in the feel of her satin skin. The soothing thump of her heartbeat against his chest lured him into relaxation despite the tension in his cock.