Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 153571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
"Oh no," she whispers.
"He took Brady's wife and kid hostage. He was going to kill them just to prove a point. I shot the son of a bitch from behind. He never even saw me coming."
I'm not really sure why I tell her this. I shouldn't. The things I do, the people I deal with…like I told her, she doesn't belong in that world any more than Tahani does. I don't ever want any of that shit to touch her.
But after what she said about her ex, about craving stability…I think she needs to know what I do. I think I need her to know. Because two weeks isn't enough. I can deny that. I can fight it. I can spend another four years lying to myself, but it won't matter, because it won't change anything. Two weeks isn't enough.
I want her to know me.
If I can't tear down those walls and convince her to give this thing between us a real chance…I want her to miss me when she goes.
How fucked up is that?
She turns in my arms, looking up at me. Her expression is hesitant, like she isn't sure if she's allowed to ask questions, or how much she's allowed to ask. How much I'm willing to give her. "Is that why you're here?"
"Yes." I nod, tilting her head back to rinse the shampoo out of her hair. "We don't think they know I'm a cop, too, but it was safer for me to get out of town for a while than to risk being wrong."
"Oh." She swallows hard. "Is your partner's son okay?"
I nod again.
"That's good." She exhales. Her little arms slide around my waist, and she hugs me. Fucking hugs me like she's trying to comfort me. "I'm sorry you had to go through that," she whispers against my chest.
And that right there? That's how I know two weeks isn't going to be enough to get her out of my system.
I pull her into me and kiss her hard. Her tongue touches mine, threatening to annihilate what little self-control I have left, so I break away. I intend to wash up quickly and then take her back to bed to nap, but she has other ideas.
She grabs the shower gel and dumps a handful into her hand. Her eyes meet mine, determination and desire peeking at me from those bright green depths. Before I can say a word, she's got her hands on my body. She works intently, massaging soap into my muscles with the tip of her tongue between her lips. Before long, her hand is around my dick. Her fingers don't come anywhere close to touching, but she works me like she knows exactly how to bring me to my knees.
I clench my hands into tight fists as she explores me. My jaw is locked tight. Everything in me wants to push her to her knees and then slide myself between those plump lips. I think I've fantasized about her sucking me off as many times as I've fantasized about fucking her. I couldn't stay off her long enough yesterday to make that fantasy a reality, but I want it.
"You're so hard," she says, stroking my cock like she owns it. "Does it hurt?"
"Yes."
God, yes.
Her free hand slides down my stomach, those nails raking across my abs. With more strength than I expected, than I'm prepared for, she shoves me back against the wall.
"Watch me," she whispers.
As if I could look away.
She drops to her knees. Her lips wrap around my cock. One hand goes to my thigh, the other cups my balls. As soon as I'm in her mouth, she moans like I'm the best thing she's ever had between those lips.
"Jesus. Fuck!" My head hits the wall hard when she sucks me in deeper, so deep I hit the back of her throat. Within seconds, I'm ready to lose it completely. The feel of her hot mouth wrapped around me is way too fucking good.
She moans, the sound sending vibrations up and down my cock.
I gather her wet hair up in my hand, needing to see what she's doing to me. She looks like a goddess on her knees, her eyes locked on me, and her lips spread around my girth as steam swirls around her. Her hand slips from my thigh, going between her legs.
"Goddamn, baby," I growl when she takes me all the way into her mouth again, deeper than before.
She gags, her throat tightening around my cock. That probably shouldn't make me harder, but it does. I think she knows how much I like it because she does it again, and then again. Before she can do it a fourth time, I jerk back.
She whines when my dick slips from between her lips, her eyes popping open and then narrowing on me.