Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
She sure as hell hoped not, because she wasn’t one bit sorry about that climax. It was pure and beautiful, unlike any self-administered orgasm she’d ever attempted.
He smiled, but his expression was tight. “Nothing as dishonest or boring as that.” With a last brush of his thumb over her clit, he gently pulled his finger free.
She moaned at the loss, wanting much more than his fingers to fill her.
He pulled the plug to drain the water and straightened. “The water is cooling.”
He took the towel he’d left on the bench and held it open for her. “I’ll dry you off before you get cold.”
The way he respectfully looked away and offered a hand to help her to her feet was endearing.
“Are you shy?” she asked with a grin as he tucked the one end of the towel over the other between her breasts.
“Just careful.”
“I think you can look at my body, seeing that you’ve just touched me in the most intimate way possible.”
“Under bath foam. I didn’t get a look at your pussy, and if I do, I may not resist tasting you. You’ll end up flat on your back with my head buried between your legs.”
“Who says I don’t want that?”
He turned his face to the ceiling as if he was looking for control in the sky. “I want to take it slow.”
Fresh determination burned in his eye when he looked back at her. He fastened his hands around her waist, preparing to lift her.
With her standing in the tub, they were on eye level. Before he could lift her out, she cupped his face and brought her lips down on his. This wasn’t about Godfrey or the chip. This was something she wanted, and right now, she refused to think about anything other than the taste of his kiss.
At first, he didn’t return her kiss, but as she brushed her lips over his and teased him with her tongue, his resolve evaporated with a loud moan. Crushing their mouths together, he pulled her roughly against him, taking over from where she’d started. He hungrily ate her mouth, tangling their tongues until his breath came in harsh pants. Dipping his knees, he grinded his erection against the soft spot between her legs. If not for the confines of the towel, she would’ve widened her stance to give him access. She yanked on the towel that covered her until it pooled around her feet in the empty bath. He moved his hands from her waist to her ass, caressing the globes.
With a groan, he pulled away from her. “Sky, we—” He stopped abruptly, staring at her mouth.
“What’s wrong?”
“Your lip.” He traced the curve with his thumb. “What happened?”
It took her a second to realize he was referring to the cut. Of course. The lipstick meant to disguise the mark had to have rubbed off with their kiss.
“It’s nothing.”
“Sky.” His voice was dark. “Don’t lie to me.”
“An accident.”
His eye narrowed in a calculated expression. Before she could blink, he trailed his hands over her shoulders and down her body with quick, probing strokes, much like a doctor would examine a patient. He stilled when his gaze landed on the purple mark on her ribs. The bruise on her stomach appeared even angrier. The look on his face made her freeze in fright. There was so much fury, it made her cringe for the unspoken promises of retribution.
His voice gave away nothing of what she saw in his eyes. In his tone, there was only utter control. “Who did this to you?”
“Please, Bo. It’s not your business.”
“It was him, wasn’t it?”
He traced the damaged mass on her ribs with a finger, sending a shiver over her skin.
He spat out the name as if it disgusted him. “Doumar.” Looking down at her, he probed her ribs with his fingertips. A pained look filtered into his eye as she cried out softly. “Sorry. I have to make sure nothing is cracked.”
Seemingly satisfied after his examination, he carefully lifted her from the tub and carried her to the bed where he continued to press around the sensitive spot on her stomach.
“There seems to be no internal damage,” he said, barely masking the rage in his expression. He covered her with the duvet. “Stay. You sleep here tonight.”
She shot upright as he made for the chair on which he’d left his jacket. “Bono, no! Please, you’ll only make it worse.”
He walked to the door with forceful steps. “Stay. Don’t make me chase you. You won’t like the consequences.”
“Where are you going?” she cried out, trying to stall him, but it was futile.
He ignored her, jerking open the door.
“You have to take me home. I must check on the cat.”
This made him pause. His voice softened. “Don’t fret. I’ll check on him. Order room service if you get hungry. I’ll be back for you.”