Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 105813 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105813 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
He tilted his head, his face so close his breath brushed my lips. “And if you have to trade your career for a life on the run?”
I untangled our hands and placed both of mine on his whiskered jaw. A fever of emotions coursed through me, but one sentiment burned stronger than all the rest. “I go where you go.”
His face hardened beneath my palms, his eyes holding mine hostage. “Unless it’s prison or death.”
A swallow formed in my throat. There was definitely no us in either of those scenarios. “Then we fight and evade.”
He rose and smacked a hard palm against my thigh, startling a gasp from my lips. “Stand up.”
Evidently, he was done talking. And done waiting because he gripped my hand and jerked me to my feet. I followed willingly, a glutton for the sexy way he took charge.
Leaning into my back, he walked us toward the bed, clicking on the lamp as we went. “I’ve thought of nothing but you every day, every second.” His hands curled around my hips, lifting the nightshirt and yanking it over my head. “It’s been a month, Kaci.”
Only the panties remained, and my bare skin shivered beneath the caress of the air, my nipples tightening into needy points.
“No girlfriends? Or flings?” I kept my back to him, staring at the empty bed. Why the hell was I asking this? Yet I couldn’t stop. “I’ve seen you at the races. You damn near have to beat the women off you.”
He spun me, and the backs of my legs hit the mattress. With his hands on my waist, he lowered me onto the bed and dragged me to the center on my back, the sheets soft and cool against my skin.
Leaning over my body, he propped his fists on either side of my hips. “It's only been you since our night in the elevator.”
My mouth dried as I connected that night to every moment since. He saved me from the bald man in the alley. He blackmailed my family and fucked me in a hotel room five days later. He followed me on Rogers Avenue and told me he was angry with his mother. “You knew that was me on the bike? All this time?”
He straightened and released the button on the waistband of his leathers. “My helmet”—he lowered the zipper on his pants—“has night vision, among other things. I didn’t know who you were until you removed your helmet in the elevator.”
Okay, wow. Finding out the woman sucking him off was his brother’s wife? That explained his sudden freak out. And now I was curious about the other things his helmet could do.
He removed his boots. His pants went next. Then he stood before me, a powerhouse of twitching muscle, all long, strong limbs and a huge, hard cock. Really hard. Long. Thick. Distracting.
“Keep staring at it.” He gripped the base with a tight fist as his gaze roamed my body and landed on my face. “You’re about to feel exactly how hard the last month has been.”
His voice was casual, but the intensity of his golden-green eyes said so much more. His wide stance and the V-line etching his abs didn’t move. Time didn’t move as we stared at one another, our thoughts colliding and twisting together, our eyes communicating on a level that transcended words. In that single moment of eye contact, we fought, apologized, forgave, and fucked. Then, through that power of silent understanding, we shared our fears, desires, and hopes.
It left me trembling for more.
Lifting my hips, I slid off my panties and tossed them. He tracked my movements, his fist tightening on his cock. I planted my feet on the bed, spread my legs, and slid my finger along my slit.
A wave of twitches rippled over the tensile muscles of his torso right before he shot forward. His body covered mine, his heavy bulk crushing my air and jump-starting my heart. His ragged breaths heated my face as he lightened his weight with his arms and spread me wider with the force of his legs.
His head dropped against mine, and he looked down the length of our bodies. Hand on his cock, he positioned himself and rubbed the tip through my folds.
I flexed against him, his lips separating, our exhales merging.
Then he raised his eyes and stared intently into mine. “I’m clean. No more shit between us, okay?”
No more secrets and no more condoms? I nodded, grinning. I was on the pill. But instead of asking about that, he thrust. A hard, claiming shove to the root.
We shuddered together, joined as closely as two bodies could be. He buried his mouth in my neck, mine dropped to his shoulder, and he groaned so hungrily it made my heart pound and my pussy clamp down.
His body tensed and shook over me, against me, surrounding me. He rotated his hips, slow and patient, dragging his cock deep inside, letting me adjust to his size.