Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
I lose hold of her hands, and her nails bite into my back as she uses her newfound freedom to immediately drag me even closer.
She’s my drug, and right now, she’s trying to consume me because I’m her drug as well.
She’s definitely falling hard and fast, and by the time we’re out of here, she’ll be mine indefinitely.
The storm starts to rage outside, hail pelting the glass next to us as thunder rolls and lightning crashes. The wind groans and whistles against the house, making it hard to savor all her little sounds that keep getting drowned out.
All I want to do is stay here in this fucking room for as long as time allows while she’s clawing me to pieces and writhing against me. Her lips break off, and she makes a garbled, strangled sound as her back bows off the bed, only pressing her closer.
My hand stabs into her hair, and my lips seek hers again, hungrily drinking her in just as fire licks through me. I’m the one forced to break the kiss when I’m worried I’ll bite her fucking lip just because of the extreme pleasure that follows.
A raw groan is torn free before my entire body shakes, as I pulse inside her. My hand slides up and grips her ass, and I give two lazy thrusts to draw it out, even though it’s so sensitive it feels like I’m going to explode again from too much contact.
Fuck, it feels like I’m that much closer every time she wraps her arms around me like she’s doing now, holding me to her as I pant for air. I collapse partially on her and partially on the bed, not giving a damn about anything but holding her to me.
“I probably should have held off on the shower until after sex,” she murmurs, running her lips over my shoulder.
A small grin tugs at one corner of my lips as my eyelids grow heavy.
“If you’d been this fucking hot when we were kids, my hormonal dick would have stayed raw,” I tell her.
She snorts out a surprise laugh, as my blinks last longer and longer.
“If you’d been this romantic when we were kids, I’d have stayed in bed even more than we did,” she volleys.
I feel her smile against my shoulder, and I loosely drape myself around her, holding her to me as I blink one last time, ignoring the fury of the storm.
This day is catching up with me. I knew better than to take my eyes off her.
She’ll be lucky if I ever let her out of my sight again.
Chapter 30
KARA
Rush is still asleep when I finish in the bathroom, and I watch as he hugs the pillow to him, nuzzling it. I turn and head back out to the living room, finding only Sarah there.
“Tornado warnings are popping up everywhere,” she informs me, flipping off the TV as she glances over at me.
Her bright smile is gone and her eyes are flat. She’s seriously hard to read.
“Axle finally reached Drex, who said they had a few issues that resulted in more gunfire exchange, but no casualties. All’s good,” she concludes tightly, glancing out the window.
I lean down to stack a plate with some of the cheese from her party cheese plate that looks to be mostly untouched.
“Finally, a guest who can appreciate my hospitality,” she adds on a tired sigh and a small smile.
She seems more…genuine right now.
I think.
It’s hard to discern what ‘genuine’ means around her.
“Where are—”
“Axle and Maya are already passed out in the room next to yours, since the roads are closed and the storms are getting rougher. No one’s going anywhere tonight. Drake is showering in my room, but Snake can never find out,” she says, answering my question without even letting me finish asking it.
“So…you and Snake? That seems complicated,” I state, going for broke with the most obvious thing I know about her.
She snorts and groans before scrubbing her face with both of her hands.
As her hands fall back down to her lap, she stares back out the window, a distant look in her eyes.
“He was the first person to ever try to protect me, and we were so in love it was sickening. Now he won’t even stand in the same room with me. Complicated is an understatement,” she murmurs.
I really want to ask what happened, but it seems…unwise to ask a psychotic assassin about her love life drama.
“And he built a motherfucking sex club where he spends most of his time just to piss me off. He’s definitely good at that since the breakup,” she grumbles. “He knows I’ll slice some girl to pieces if he touches someone else, though.”
She says that last part so seriously that I worry she’s being honest.
She turns up the amber colored drink in her hand, guzzling it down.