Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
He honestly didn’t know what it was about Neeka that made him feel this way, but Gage liked the feelings she brought forth in him.
As he breathed in deeply, the scent of her filled his head. He lifted his hand to touch her arm and sucked in a breath when she shifted in bed, rolling over so that she now faced him. Her breathing was still deep and even, her face almost illuminated in the darkness because of the moon coming through the partially opened curtains.
He knew he shouldn’t, but he extended his fingers and ran them over her warm flesh, a soft sigh escaping her as she unconsciously moved closer to him. He should go sleep on the floor, he knew this, but he didn’t want to, and had no strength to move.
A small lock of her hair fell across her cheek, and he didn’t top himself from reaching out and brushing it away.
Damn, her skin is smooth.
His mouth watered to taste her, to run his tongue over her freshly washed flesh, to see if she tasted as good as she smelled. Damn his cock for getting impossibly harder. She shifted her legs, and with every move she made, her thigh would brush up against his erection, teasing him to the point where he thought he would come right in his pants.
He squeezed his eyes shut, knowing that he would just need to hold out until he could deliver her to McCarthy. Maybe he’d just been too long without a woman?
He kept telling himself that, but he knew deep down that wasn’t the case, that he was just inventing excuses for the emotions Neeka brought forward in him. He was afraid that when the time to turn her over to McCarthy finally came, he wouldn’t be able to do it.
Neeka opened her eyes, the room dark, the moon still coming through. The old clock on the bedside table said it was three in the morning, and although she was still so tired, she felt her body waken at the sensation of Gage still beside her.
As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she took note of Gage sleeping right next to her, his hand wrapped around hers. Her heart skipped a beat and then seemed to stop altogether when he opened his eyes and stared at her.
Even though she’d just been a prisoner less than twenty-four hours ago, she couldn’t stop herself from feeling these things, having this warmth move through her at the man that saved her life.
“Gage,” she said his name softly.
He cupped her cheek, an act so gentle she was slightly stunned by it, but she yearned for more.
“What’s happening, Neeka?” he asked just as softly.
“I don’t know, but I don’t want it to stop.” She was being honest.
Her heart slammed against her ribcage when he leaned forward and pressed his mouth against hers. They didn’t move for a suspended second, their mouths barely touching, their breathing mingling as one. Gage pulled back, and she felt her face heat, not from embarrassment, but because this all felt so right.
And then he leaned in again and kissed her. Gage opened his mouth and ran his tongue along the swell of her lips. He made a deep sound in the back of his throat and pressed himself closer to her.
She opened her mouth, allowing his tongue to slip inside and press against her own. His erection was prominent as it prodded her belly. He was big and thick, no doubt about that, and her insides clenched.
Their breathing became erratic as their kiss became more intense. His other hand speared into her hair, gripping the strands tightly as he leaned over her. She rubbed her legs against his, the rough material of his pants seeming to make her even more aroused.
She was so wet for him. Her nipples stabbed against the material of her shirt, rubbing against his chest as they pressed as close together as possible.
“We should stop,” he said against her mouth, but he was still kissing her.
“Do you want to?” she asked back.
He broke the kiss, his breathing ragged. Gage didn’t answer her, but instead brought his mouth to her neck and slowly sucked her flesh.
“No, I don’t want to stop,” he said after a few seconds. She arched her back, scissoring her legs and causing friction to start between her legs.
Gage had his big body on top of hers now, and she spread her thighs, allowing him to fit in the space. He pressed his hips against her, his cock hard and big against her mound. He slowly started to thrust it against her, mimicking what she wanted to do so badly. It felt so right, so good, to have him like this with her.
Maybe this was all too extreme, but she didn’t care. She wanted more. He’d saved her life, and because of that they were linked. At least, that’s what she told herself, how she felt.