Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 83970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
In my kiss-drunk haze, I’m cognizant enough to feel her hands working to untuck my shirt, and I know if I feel her small hands on my skin so close to my cock, the Senator doesn’t have a shot at seeing his daughter again. The thought is sobering, and I release my grip on her face and wrap my hands around her frantic wrists.
“Em,” I say again.
“Please,” she whimpers.
One last taste, I tell myself.
I tug her arms from my waist and pull them over her head and against the wall, pushing her heaving breasts further into my chest; I groan. Gently, I kiss her lips and the column of her neck, memorizing the delicate smell of her skin. I tenderly kiss the very tip of her nose before pulling back, releasing her arms and stepping away from her, putting me flat against the wall on the other side of the hallway across from her.
We stare at each other, harsh breaths rushing from our kiss-swollen lips. Her sweater has fallen open, and the outline of her perfect hard tips are glaring at me. I groan loudly and adjust the steel rod in my pants.
“You have to leave tonight?” she asks softly.
For a second, I run scenarios through my head to try to figure out how to leave in the morning, but I know the last thing I’d want to do is leave her bed once I’ve been in it.
I nod, push off from the wall, and kiss her cheek. “Answer the phone when I call, Emmalyn.”
“I will,” she promises.
I leave her standing in the hall and go to my room to get the keys, closing the door behind me. I stay in the room until I hear her make it back to her room and lock the door behind her.
The faster I get this damn job over with the faster I can make it back to her. I make my way outside and see my guys talking with other members while they wait for me. Wrench is still grumbling about having to not only go along, but that he has to pretty much be the bag bitch.
We’ve never gotten along, and I’d hoped that he wouldn’t stick around. I never thought he’d be a glutton for punishment, but he’s like a fungus you can’t get rid of. I wish, not for the first time, that Socket was here rather than his asshole brother. I know it’s terrible to wish someone was dead, but Socket would’ve been more of a benefit to society than his idiot brother.
“Let’s load up guys.” I slap Shadow on the back and make my way around the far side of the Tahoe to climb in the passenger seat. One last glance up at the tiny light in Emmalyn’s window has me anxious to get back already.
Chapter 15
Emmalyn
I can still feel the echo of his kiss on my lips as I lay down on the bed that remains too big for only one person. I was parched from the heavy breathing I did when he was in my room earlier, which was nothing compared to how my mouth felt after having his lips on me.
My mouth was thirsty, greedy for him in a way that I’d never felt before. My body was humming and begging, for what I’m not exactly sure, but it needed him. I look down at my simple wedding band and instantly feel grateful to him for backing away, knowing I didn’t have the courage to.
I need to get things right in my head, in my life, before I move on to anyone, even if it is only a sexual relationship. Sexual desire is new for me, something I never really felt for Bobby. I don’t know many women who would get turned on at any time by the man that has been abusing them for years.
Diego in the room with me? It’s like my blood becomes thicker and my heart pumps harder. I can’t control the light sheen of sweat that pops up on my skin, and I have to squeeze my thighs together when my pulse drops to my clit.
Maybe him leaving for a few weeks is going to be best for both of us. I need to clear my head of the fog that seems to settle when he is around.
I climb off of the bed and make my way over to the dresser pulling the simple gold band off of my hand as I walk. I shove it into the corner of the top drawer. I want to throw it away, so I never have to see it again, but the reasonable part of me knows I can sell it. The symbolism of chucking it into a trashcan would do me good no doubt, but I’m in no position to throw away money.