Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 139606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 698(@200wpm)___ 558(@250wpm)___ 465(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 698(@200wpm)___ 558(@250wpm)___ 465(@300wpm)
He rolled the condom on and then stopped at the edge of the bed, staring at her. “Do you have any idea how hot you are? You are pretty much my every fantasy in one gorgeous package.”
That made her smile. Not every man appreciated her easy sexuality. “Back at you.”
“I doubt that, but you are mine,” he said quietly, and then he was crawling up on the bed, covering her with his body.
He pressed her into the mattress, making a place for himself between her legs. He kissed her as his cock brushed against her pussy. His tongue invaded, and she shuddered because she could feel that kiss in her toes. And then she wasn’t thinking about anything but how it felt to have his cock inside her.
He thrust up, making her gasp against his mouth and tighten her arms around him.
“That’s what I want. You feel so good,” he whispered against her mouth. “Knew you would feel perfect.”
She was so wet, so ready that there wasn’t any discomfort despite his size. There was only heat and the pleasant feeling of being stretched, and then he thrust back up and she wound her legs around his waist.
He pressed up and she matched him, his cock finding her sweet spot while his pelvis pressed on her clit. It wasn’t long before she was flying all over again, this orgasm even stronger than the last. She held on as he gritted his teeth and held himself tight against her, giving her everything he had.
When he fell on top of her, she welcomed his weight. It felt good. Grounding. Like she was in a good place and she should stay right here.
He nuzzled her neck. “You are too good to be true, Tasha.”
She wasn’t, and he would find that out in the morning.
But for tonight, she simply wanted to revel in him.
* * * *
Tasha slipped out into the hallway, a tight feeling in her gut.
Dare was asleep in the room behind her. She’d stared at him after she’d quietly gotten dressed. He’d been on his stomach, his arm outstretched as though he was reaching for her. The sheet had barely covered that muscled ass of his, and his beautiful back was on full display. Her heart seized while she watched him sleep. She didn’t want to leave him. He’d done everything he’d promised the night before. He’d picked her up—a move that did something for her—and carried her to a bathroom fit for royalty and indulged her every sense. After she’d fallen asleep, he’d woken her up and made love to her all over again, and the fact that she was thinking those words instead of using the word sex was a good reason for her to run.
Her hand held the door open, trapped between duty and what she wanted. As long as the door was open, she could sneak back into bed and pretend she’d never made the decision to leave him. She should wait until he was awake. She should crawl back into bed and spend the day with him. There was a chance she could see him again before she…
What? Moved on to the next mission, which would take her somewhere else across the globe? She would have to lie to him about almost everything in her life. He could never know her family, her real job, her friends. If he lived in Dallas, they might be able to have a relationship they kept to the club, but she doubted he would settle for that.
She didn’t want to settle for that.
“You okay?”
She nearly jumped out of her skin, and the door snicked closed behind her, all choice now taken away. It was probably for the best because walking back in would have been a huge mistake. “Damn it, Kala. You nearly gave me a heart attack.”
Her sister stood by the elevator, wearing exactly what she’d worn the night before. “That’s why I’m here, big sis. Thought you wouldn’t be in a proper frame of mind to get yourself home.”
Or had there been something else behind it? “Did you stay with Brian?”
Kala’s eyes rolled as she hit the button to call the elevator. “I let him buy me another drink and then I walked out on him when he went to use the bathroom. And I gave him a totally fake number. That man was trying too hard and totally not my type.”
Kala’s type was extremely specific. Cooper McKay. Always Cooper. Never Cooper. It was complex, and Tasha wasn’t totally sure anyone knew the whole story beyond the two of them. It wasn’t like they hadn’t dated other people. They had. Technically they had never dated each other, but there was no denying the gravity that formed between them. Cooper and Kala were two planets who couldn’t quite get out of the other’s grip, and one day they would either be free or they would crash together and destroy each other.