Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 135382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
She would get used to having family around. That was something he could offer her, too.
He eased back on the bed, taking up most of the space. Another good thing they would have when they got back to England. His bed was huge. He spread himself out for her as she got up on her knees. She’d shed her jeans and blouse and gotten into one of his T-shirts after she’d showered. Her face was scrubbed clean and she looked even younger than usual. How could he let her know how precious she was to him? How much he regretted the last year? “Do you know how gorgeous you are?”
Her skin flushed and her lips curved in a half smile. “You tell me often enough. Do you know how gorgeous you are?”
“I’m a big dude with a lot of scars, Stephanie. I’m not sure gorgeous is the right word.”
Her eyes widened and she swung a leg over his hips, straddling him. Her hands came down on his chest and she gently pinched his nipple between her thumb and forefinger. “I said you’re gorgeous and you should thank me for my compliment. Isn’t that what the big bad Dom would do?”
He grinned because she hadn’t managed to even send him a tweak of pain. “That’s right. You tell me, luv. You put me in my place when I need it.”
She sat up, her eyes closing as she shifted on top of him. He bit back a groan because her pussy was right on top of his cock and he realized she wasn’t wearing knickers. She rolled her hips, rubbing him to a full erection. How was she wet when he hadn’t even touched her?
“What the hell were you thinking of in the shower?” He whispered the question, rolling his hips in time with hers.
Her eyes opened, seduction plain in her gaze. “I was thinking about you. I was thinking about how much I loved what we did earlier tonight. I loved being completely under your control, but I also wanted to have time where I got to touch you to my heart’s content. Do you know what I felt when you put me in the spreader bar and I couldn’t do anything but accept what you gave me?”
He hoped she’d felt his desire, his overwhelming love for her. “What did you feel?”
“I felt like I was the center of the universe, like I mattered, and often I feel like I don’t.” She leaned over again, brushing her palms against the muscles of his chest. “I felt sexy and beautiful. I want to make sure you feel that way, too. If there’s one thing I can give you…well, I want to make sure you know how I feel.”
He reached up, gripping her left hand and bringing it to his lips. They seemed to have made a real breakthrough this evening despite the fact that the Ukrainians had almost wrecked it all. Taking her into that training room and lavishing her with sex and affection had done wonders for his girl. “You make me feel like I’ve never felt before. Anything you want, all you have to do is ask.”
“All I want is you.” She straightened up and pulled the T-shirt over her head, unveiling the beauty of her breasts, how graceful her curves were.
The words felt like a balm to his soul. They didn’t feel like something she meant only in the moment. They felt like words that promised a future. He knew what he’d told her, but he was already thinking about marrying her. He couldn’t help it.
“All I want is you,” he whispered back. His cock was so close. All it would take was the right angle and he would be inside her. And then he would make the same mistake he’d made before. Not that he could be unhappy about it. Nate was the best mistake he’d ever made. No. Nate hadn’t been a mistake. He’d been fate. That tiny bundle of humanity was the reason two people were going to be together.
Still, as much as he wished he could have been there for her while she was pregnant, he couldn’t do that to her again without careful planning.
“We should get a condom.” He couldn’t let things get out of control.
She stopped, frowning as though shocked she’d been the one to forget. Then she shook her head. “Yes, you’re right.”
She rolled off him and the bed, going to the kit he’d carried with them to Sanctum. She was back in seconds, but she didn’t pass the foil packet to him. “Spread your legs for me, Brody. I want to do this.”
He might not survive, but he wanted her to have some time. She’d given him everything earlier in the evening and he was intent on paying her back. He spread his legs and watched as she crawled on the bed, kneeling between his thighs.