Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 95676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
His heart pounds beneath my ear as he places a sweet kiss to my sweaty forehead, brushing damp strands of hair back from my face. I lay there for long moments, snuggled up against him, completely sated and floating in euphoria as he runs gentle hands all over me.
I could easily become addicted to him and the things he can do to me. No one has ever made me come so hard before. I'm almost certain no one else ever will again. This man already owns my body, and I'm not stupid enough to ask for it back.
When I can move again, I push against his chest, intending to go to the bathroom to clean up.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asks, grabbing me before I can slip away.
"To clean up."
"Nu-uh," he says, rolling me underneath him. He cages me in with his big body, holding me hostage. His lips find mine again, his hand sliding down my side and over my hip to hitch my leg over his. "You aren't leaving this bed, baby girl. I'm only just getting started with you."
Chapter Twelve
Cameron
"So, your dad was a cop too?" Ivy asks, dipping her spoon into her container of fried rice before taking a bite. She's more relaxed than she has been in days, a small smile lingering on her lips. She's fucking beautiful, wearing nothing but my t-shirt and her panties.
"Yeah." I offer her a bite of General Tso's Chicken. She leans forward and pulls my fork into her mouth, humming softly. "He was the Sheriff of San Mateo County when he decided to retire five years ago. He spent most of his life on the force. I wanted to be just like him when I was a kid. I enrolled in the academy as soon as I turned twenty-one."
"What did your mom do?"
"She worked in advertising for a tech company. Now, she and my dad travel the world. What about your parents? What did they do?" I hold out another bite of chicken toward her.
"My mom was a teacher," she says, shaking her head. Putting her spoon down, she sets her container aside and curls her feet up underneath her on the sofa.
"Like you."
"Yeah." She smiles wistfully. "I idolized her growing up."
"I bet she'd be proud of you." I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and then trace the plane of her cheek. She shivers at my touch, swaying toward me. "You're pretty incredible, sweetheart."
Her blush makes me smile. Goddamn, I love how sweet she is.
"What did your father do?"
"My dad was a professional competitive surfer. He blew his knee when I was thirteen and had to retire. After that, he spent his time as a sports photographer."
"Really?"
"You didn't look them up when you were investigating me?"
"I did," I admit and then shoot her a curious look. "The kid who caused the accident was never prosecuted." I looked into it but couldn't find anything on why he was never prosecuted. It was a long time ago so it wasn't relevant enough for me to dig any deeper, but it piqued my curiosity. I have a feeling she had something to do with that.
She glances down at her lap, tugging at the hem of her t-shirt. "It was an accident. He was driving too fast and trying to text his fiancée. He had a baby at home. Prosecuting him wouldn't have changed anything for my dad or brought my mom and sister back."
Jesus. He killed her mother and sister, and put her father into a coma, and she still fought to get him off. And she wonders how I know she isn't the one who told Rory Clark to kill himself? It only takes five minutes with her to see it. She's not a light in this world. I think she may be made of pure light. She's one of those rare people who teach others to shine simply by existing.
"Were you and your sister close?" I ask.
"Yeah," she whispers. "Amelia was two years younger than me, but she was my best friend. We were inseparable. I've never known anyone as smart as she was, or as sweet. There was this light about her that just attracted people. Everyone loved her. When she laughed, you couldn't help but laugh with her."
"Losing her must have been hard for you."
"It was hell. It took a long time to learn to live without her. Meeting Erin my freshman year at UCLA helped, but I still sometimes find myself picking up my phone to call Amelia when something exciting happens in my life." She tugs on my hem again, frowning sadly. "I miss her every day."
My heart aches for her. "I'm so sorry."
"Me too."
I set my food down and push the small table away before picking her up and putting her in my lap. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close. She lays her head on my shoulder, letting me comfort her.