Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 95080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
He wanted me too, and suddenly I was dizzy with the implication.
“All the time,” he said, his voice going out on him. “At night, in bed…it’s you.”
It was too much. I couldn’t go from nothing to having the deepest wish in my secret heart granted.
Yes, I had loved Breckin Alcott, and if he hadn’t cheated, I probably would have married him. The man had been a gift, someone I thought that I, plain, ordinary Tracy Brandt, could never have. But the tucked-away dream, the one hidden under layers of denial and indifference and distance, was this, was him: Cord Nolan.
Even if nothing worked, even if we crashed and that killed all semblance of civility so we wouldn’t even be able to stand being in the same room together ever again…even then, it was worth it to try. I would gamble my heart because it was time to leap and not look.
“I will beat you if you ever go near Breckin Alcott again.”
I nodded and suddenly realized that he had to get his hand off me; I was susceptible to him, to our history and his strength, to my endless hunger for him. “Let go.”
“No.”
“Please,” I begged, trying to stop my body from surging toward climax even as I writhed in his grip.
“No,” he repeated gruffly, milking my length, stroking fast, expertly, the vise of his hand and the drooling precum making the motion fluid and perfect.
I tried to stifle the sound of his name as I wiggled and shifted in my seat, going suddenly rigid as I came, under the blanket, spurting thick ribbons of cum over his clenched fist, wrist, and heavily veined forearm.
“When we’re alone, I expect you to scream if you need to.”
He was trying to kill me, saying things like that.
As I stared at him, trying to keep from panting, from making any noise at all, he ground his mouth down over mine, taking in my soft, decadent moans as he kissed me and smiled at the same time. Shoving away from him, I met his heated stare. “I’m funny?”
“No,” he assured me with a low chuckle. “I am.”
“Why?”
“Because I should have done this a long fuckin’ time ago,” he said crossly, recapturing my mouth and devouring me. I had never, ever, kissed anyone like Cord. His kisses were seductive and mauling, rough and ravishing. I wanted more.
He let me go, my flagging cock slipping from his cum-covered fingers, and I adjusted myself fast, tucked in, zipped up, and buckled as he wiped himself off with the same ruined blanket before balling it up and shoving it under the seat in front of him, which happened to be Breckin’s. There was irony there.
I couldn’t look at him—the only image in my head was me under him in bed.
“Talk to me, Trace.”
I met his gaze. “I’m at a loss.”
“Luckily, I’m not,” he said, taking my hand and lacing his fingers with mine. “Wherever we end up tonight, you’re sleeping with me.”
My heart fluttered. “You’re sure?”
“Never been more.”
I nodded.
“How’s your head?”
I could feel my face heat, and I was sure I was blushing.
“Not your little head, idiot,” he said through quiet laughter. “You have a concussion—what I did wasn’t that smart. I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
“I had clearance from my doctor to fly, you know that, and the concussion is all fixed up as long as no one hits me again.”
“No one will ever touch you again,” he promised.
“But even if you had hurt me a little, who cares?”
He lifted my hand to his mouth and kissed my knuckles. “I wasn’t thinking.”
“Good.”
We sat there in silence, and after a while I got sleepy. He lifted his arm, and I snuggled close like I’d been doing it forever. He anchored me there, holding me tight, and leaned his cheek against my forehead. Why that felt so normal after only a few hours’ flight, I didn’t know, but after years of lead-up, I was finally going to start something with Cord Nolan. I was excited and terrified at the same time.
TEN
We stole the blanket.
There was really no question that it needed to be done. I refolded it and shoved the thing back into the bag it came out of, gave it to Cord, and he made room for it in his duffel.
“You know, I bet that happens all the time,” he reassured me.
I snorted. “Yeah, no.”
“Oh, who cares.” He smiled, leaned close, and kissed the side of my neck. “I’m gonna keep that damn blanket, see if I won’t.”
This new playful and attentive Cord was something I’d never imagined, and I was blindsided because of it, in thrall to every part of the man, mostly his heart. “You’re an idiot.”
“So what?” he said with a smirk. “Idiot or not, you seem to like me.”
“Apparently so.”
“Okay, now we gotta focus,” he said as we made our descent, taking my hand in his.