Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 105665 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105665 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
She closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. “I’m chasing the truth.”
He brought his other hand to her face too. Then he leaned down, whispering over her lips, “Am I your truth?”
Jersey’s eyes popped open wide, blinking several times. “Yes.”
He kissed the girl who liked to be kissed. She slid her hands up his shirt, curling her fingers into his muscles. It felt like a silent claim. Ian ran from clingy women, dodged anything too personal, skirted the issue of love, his past, and his fears. Until … Jersey.
Her hands descended to the button of his jeans, giving it a hard tug until it popped open.
“Jersey …” he mumbled into their kiss.
She pulled down his zipper.
A groan rumbled his chest as he tried to step back. “What are you doing to me?”
Stepping toward him, hooking the waistband of his briefs with her finger, she grinned. “I’m kissing you, Coop.”
He took a mental picture of that smile, tucking it into a special place in his memory. For a flash of a moment, she wasn’t the abused, defensive, homeless woman he found weeks earlier. In that moment, she was a woman wanting a man, not a fan seducing a rock star. A woman—the woman—wanting him. And he wanted her too.
“You’re teasing me with something I can’t have.” He rested his forehead on hers, covering her curious hand with his to stop her from going any further.
“My female issue is done, Coop.”
“That was quick.”
She chuckled, lifting onto her toes and biting his lower lip as her hand broke free from his grasp and pushed down the front of his briefs. “Do we really need to talk about it?”
His abs tightened as he sucked in a quick breath when she grabbed him with her warm hand. He claimed her mouth, kissing her hard, but afraid to move an inch, not wanting to lose her touch. His tongue slid across hers, deliberate yet patient like her hand moved along him.
When the tension built to the brink of losing his sanity, they pushed away from each other, breathless and desperate. Quick hands tore off clothes. Ian shoved the suitcase onto the floor. Before Jersey could get her pants completely off, Ian grabbed her face and kissed her again.
She stumbled backward, her feet tangled in her pants. Clinging to each other, they fell to the bed. His hand slid between her legs, and she kicked her leggings the rest of the way off.
“I might die waiting for you to meet me on the other side of the world.” He kissed her neck.
She lifted her pelvis off the bed, chasing his touch. It gave him an indescribable high to know that he could strip her down to a simple woman wanting a man.
A beautiful woman with thick, dark hair that she never curled.
A shy smile.
A face with no makeup.
A body riddled with tiny scars.
But she never said no to a mani-pedi with Max. Jersey’s raw beauty drew him in, and her teasing splashes of femininity softened her jagged edges. But those eyes … they never lied. They had seen too much to ever be anything but dark.
He watched a killer unravel beneath him with his mouth on her breast and his hand between her legs. An unforgettable sight.
“Jesus … Coop …” Her jaw relaxed, eyelids heavy as she jerked against his hand.
Watching her orgasm was more addictive than a stadium filled with screaming fans. He shifted to the side, retrieving a condom from the drawer and rolling it on. Jersey’s sated body came to life again when he settled between her legs and pushed inside of her.
“I don’t want you in his bed when I’m gone.”
She grabbed his ass, digging her fingers into his muscled flesh to bring him back into her every time he pulled away. “I don’t let him do this to me.”
Ian slammed into her, his tense face hovering over hers as he moved inside of her. “I don’t give a fuck. I don’t want his hands on you.” He kissed her.
Jersey kissed him back. It was rough and demanding, like her hands on his ass. He tried to make his point, tried to make his mark. But no matter how hard he drove into her, desperate to make his point, it didn’t matter. When he finished and she dug her teeth into his flesh, probably leaving another mark while his body went rigid with waves of pleasure, he still didn’t have her promise.
Jersey relaxed beneath him, and he rolled onto his back. She jackknifed to sitting, swinging her legs over the side of the bed, barely taking a breath before slipping into her clothes in record time with her back to him. “I don’t belong to you, Coop.”
He sat up, standing behind her with his chest to her back. Grabbing her face, he turned her head just enough to kiss her, tasting every inch of her mouth once more before pulling back a fraction of an inch to meet her eyes—her hard gaze.