Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 83800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Her eyes dart between both of mine as if she's trying to decide if I'm being completely honest.
"Is there a compromise?"
"What do you mean?" I ask.
She shrugs, but her mouth curls up into a smile.
"Playing coy, sweetheart?"
She chews the corner of her bottom lip, and I fucking ache to kiss this woman again.
"Not trying to," she whispers, shifting her weight from one foot to the other as she lifts a finger to her mouth, pressing the nail against her teeth.
"I thought we were being honest with each other," I say, inching closer and watching her pupils grow larger.
I run a single finger up her arm, and my cock jerks in my jeans with the way she jolts from the simple touch. I have no doubt we're going to be fucking explosive in bed. Her body is so reactive to the simplest of things. I can't wait to see how she reacts when I actually put some work into pleasing her.
"What's the compromise?" I prod again.
"I don't go to the show, but I still get a show," she says, her eyes locked on my mouth as if she wants to kiss me as much as I want to kiss her.
"You want me to hire the guys to come here?"
She shakes her head, teeth once again digging into her lower lip as her hand reaches up and presses against my chest.
"I want you to dance for me."
Of all the damn things she could've said, she chose the one thing that I might say no to.
"I'm not a stripper," I remind her, taking a step back but freezing when her fingers tangle in the fabric of my shirt, preventing me from going very far. "That actually takes a lot of skill and rhythm and coordination."
"You could do the chicken dance, and it would be sexy," she argues.
I consider how much fun she seemed to have even though I sucked at darts and think that she may be telling me the truth.
"Are you wanting me to embarrass myself for you?"
She shakes her head. "Of course not. I'm not asking to make you uncomfortable. I thought it would be a good time, but if you really don’t want to do it—"
"Then you'll go to the show with the others?" I ask, a sinking feeling settling in my gut. I don't do well with ultimatums. I never have.
"Fuck no," she says, her cute little nose scrunching up. "I have no interest in going to watch a bunch of oiled-up strippers on stage. I want to spend time with you even if you're clothed and not dancing."
I close the distance between the two of us, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her against me.
"I think I really fucking like you," I whisper, obsessed with the way her hand presses to my chest, fingers curling with my words.
"Enough to dance for me?"
"Promise you won't laugh at me if I look like an idiot?"
She shakes her head. "I can't do that."
My smile is wider than ever before.
"What I can promise is that it will be a good time for both of us."
"Are you saying I dance first, and then you'll dance after?"
"Depends," she says, inching her face close enough that our noses touch. "What will we do once we're both naked?"
"We'll kiss," I say, brushing my lips across hers. "See where the rest of the day takes us."
"From the sounds of it, we'll have the house to ourselves. Emmalyn said all available guys would have to accompany them for protection. They may ask you to go."
"I can't go," I tell her. "I have other plans."
"They're going to the early show. As much as they want to taunt their husbands, they aren't very interested in experiencing Vegas at night," she explains further.
"I don't blame them," I say.
"Vegas isn't all bad," she argues.
"It's not all good either. Every city is dangerous. Add in the alcohol and inhibitions, and it's a melting pot for crime and victimization."
"I think those men out there can handle any situation they may face," she says.
"I imagine you're right," I agree.
"So we have a date tomorrow?"
"We have a date," I agree, lowering my mouth to hers.
Just like she did outside her bedroom, Morgan lifts up on the tips of her toes to close the distance between our mouths.
She doesn't hesitate to give me access, but the sounds she makes are nearly the same. They settle inside of me, and I swear they're growing.
She rolls her body against mine, moaning louder into my mouth when she feels just exactly how damn turned on she makes me.
I'm not a saint, and I don't require any specific period of time to get to know a woman before I take things to the next physical level. I know that the second my shirt comes off tomorrow and her warm hands brush over my skin that I'll end up with my mouth on her breast and my cock sunk deep inside of her.