Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
"It doesn't mean anything, Kaiden," I whisper. "I have no interest in Abel. We've barely even spoken two words to one another."
"You think I don't know that?" He quirks a brow. "This is your job, princess. I know that. Of course, I know that. But I'm a possessive asshole when it comes to you. No one should touch you but me. No one should look at you but me. You're mine," he growls, dragging me closer to his body. He claims my mouth in a hot, possessive kiss that leaves my senses reeling. "I'm not rational when it comes to you. Christ, Laura, I'm so goddamn in love with you I can't think straight."
The breath leaves my lungs in a shocked exhale.
"I know you feel the same way. You wouldn't be willing to give up your career to protect me if you didn't. You're in love with me."
"I am," I mouth, barely able to force out the sound. "So in love."
He presses his forehead to mine, exhaling a shaking breath. "Fuck," he whispers, his breath washing across my face. It trembles on his lips. He's discomposed, rattled. I love that I can do that to him. That one simple truth has the ability to shake this giant to his very foundation. "I've been waiting a lifetime to hear you say that, princess."
"I love you."
"Laura."
"I love you."
"Laura," he growls.
"I love you."
"Now you're just trying to get yourself fucked," he mutters, biting my bottom lip.
"I am not." I totally am. "I'm trying to make you forget about tomorrow."
"It's not working. I read the fucking script." His mouth works against mine, his kiss possessive and hungry. "I want to break his pretty face."
"I'll make it up to you," I moan against his lips.
"Oh, you'll definitely be making it up to me," he mutters. "When we get home, you'll make it up to me by sitting on my face until I'm satisfied. And as soon as that fucking scene is finished tomorrow, you'll be making it up to me while you're bouncing on my cock."
"Kaiden," I moan.
"Come on." He kisses me hard and then drags me out of our hiding spot, gently pulling me up against his side. "Let's go before I say to hell with this movie and decide to let you start making it up to me right now."
"I like option B."
"Of course you do," he says, shaking his head. "You horny little thing."
I smile, hiding my face in his chest. "You made me that way."
Chapter Nine
Kaiden
"Oh no," Laura cries, sitting upright in bed.
My eyes spring open just in time to see the color drain from her face. She clamps a hand over her mouth and practically launches herself out of bed, making a beeline for the bathroom.
"Fuck," I growl, flinging the covers back to follow behind her. Early morning light pours in from the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the valley. My little star likes to wake with the sun spilling across her face, albeit not like this.
What the fuck is going on with her? This is the second time this week that she's woken up sick. I don't like it one bit. If this is what stress does to her, I may revise my decision not to hunt down the assholes who run the sites currently printing their bullshit lies about her. It's nearly Christmas. She should be floating on cloud nine, not stressing like this.
I'm not taking good enough care of her. As soon as she finishes filming her final scene on Christmas Eve, I'm whisking her away to spend Christmas in the mountains. We have to be back in time for the wrap party on New Year's Eve, but we'll have six days to ourselves. I can't fucking wait. It'll be just the two of us, naked in a cabin. The only thing she's allowed to wear is the ring I plan to put on her finger on Christmas morning.
Fuck, I can't think about that right now. She needs me.
Focus, Kaiden. Focus.
I stride into the bathroom to find her crouched in front of the toilet, dry heaving into the bowl. She looks so tiny and vulnerable. My heart aches at the sight. My poor little star. She's too damn perfect to be this miserable.
I hurry toward the sink and wet a washcloth in cool water before crossing back to her.
"Go away," she moans when I kneel behind her, pulling her into my lap. She said the same thing the other morning too. It didn't work then, either.
"Never." I press my lips to the back of her neck and then place the cool cloth against her skin, holding her cradled in my arms as she dry heaves again, whimpering pitifully. I feel completely fucking helpless, so I rub her back, murmuring to her.
Eventually, the dry heaves stop. She slumps weakly against my chest.