Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 89465 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89465 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
“I need a shower,” she complains when I press my lips to her bare shoulder.
“After,” I tell her.
“I’m utterly disgusting,” she says, but how can she know that the saltiness of her skin is just as appealing to me as any other time I’ve had my mouth on her.
“You’re absolute perfection,” I argue, wrapping one arm around her waist to prevent her from scurrying away while using my other hand to unzip my jeans.
Her hand covers mine on the second stroke down my length, and I swear it feels like it’s been much longer than a couple weeks since she’s touched me.
“Shit,” I hiss, my hips rolling into the warmth of her touch. “Give me a second.”
She bites her bottom lip as she takes a step back. She’s different, her eyes staying locked on me rather than growing shy as I kick off my boots and strip out of my jeans.
“I don’t have any condoms.”
“Seems like a missed opportunity.”
I pull in a deep breath, trying to gear myself up for the incredibly uncomfortable drive to the gas station a few miles down the road.
“I could take you bare,” I offer.
“I could end up pregnant,” she counters.
Her words make my heart race, and not in a way that causes fear.
“You could,” I agree.
“What does that do to that territorial side of you?”
“Makes me absolutely fucking feral,” I say honestly.
“This would be a good time to mention that breeding kink of yours,” she says, her words a whispered tease.
“Didn’t know I had one until just now,” I confess.
“Makes me a little sad I’m on birth control.”
I launch myself at her.
She laughs as I wrap my arm around her and drop us both to the bed.
“I think you’re every guy’s wet dream, Madison Kelly.”
“I only ever want to be yours.”
We both moan as I press forward and slide into her ready and willing body.
A tender moment passes between us as we look into each other’s eyes. It’s an unspoken promise, and even though she doesn’t say the words, I read the I love you in every touch of her hands on my body.
Chapter 42
Madison
“What?”
My cheeks heat, and I know he can read me like an open book.
“Yesterday, you said that Texas doesn’t allow conjugal visits. How would you even know that?”
I shrug.
“Nope. You’re not getting off that easily.”
“I don’t think I ever told you this, but my ex-fiancé, Sam—”
“You most definitely didn’t tell me you were engaged,” he growls, as if the need to kill the man is enough to drive away from Lindell and back toward the city.
“As hot as that protective streak of yours is, calm your jets, Rocky.” I laugh when his hands only tighten on the steering wheel. “He ran my interior design business into the ground and stole a bunch of money from clients. At one point, I was certain I’d end up in prison.”
He presses the brake a little too hard at the stop sign, using the time to glare at me.
“You still would’ve married him?”
“Are you dense? No, I wouldn’t have married him, but there is an entire community that is attracted to incarcerated people.” I shrug once again. “I wanted to know what my options were.”
“It’s not my thing at all, but I could put you in cuffs if that’s what you want.”
My laughter fills the inside of the SUV as his look grows a little more pensive.
“On second thought, maybe that would be my thing.”
“You need to calm down before we get back to your dad’s place.”
“The boys are going to be ecstatic,” he says, his smile growing wider. “But we’re heading straight to my house. Dad texted that he brought the boys there.”
“What in the world?” I say less than five minutes later when he turns into his driveway. “That’s my dresser, and that’s my laundry basket.”
Chase is speechless, telling me he had no involvement in this as we watch our fathers team-lifting my dresser and carrying it through his front door.
“It seems you’re moving in with me.”
My jaw would be in my lap if it were humanly possible.
“Speechless?”
I shake my head, a contradiction to my inability to form words.
“I know we said we’d go slow, and that we could keep this platonic. I guess it’s still an option even after last night, but maybe we need to rethink that, considering how fast you came and, well, it would be a little uncomfortable sleeping on the floor.”
I don’t bother to look over at him as I watch my mother struggling to move the queen-sized mattress off the trailer.
“One, you said you weren’t going to tease me about that coming thing, and two, if they’re so gung-ho about me moving in with you, why would they bring me a separate bed?”
“That’s actually a damn good question. Let’s go ask them.”
I’m still staring at my mother when my door is pulled open.