Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
She stepped forward, following alongside Damon as they made their way outside. The sneakers she wore were no protection against the ice. Her foot gave out, and if it wasn’t for Damon, she’d have fallen to the ground, but he caught her, keeping her balanced with his thick, strong arm wrapped around her waist.
Milah chuckled. “I’m sorry.”
“I should have known to buy you some boots. Those shoes are no match for the cold weather.”
They went to move again, and Milah burst out laughing as her feet skidded across the thick patch of ice. Damon had no choice but to haul her up against his body, and she gasped. Their faces were so close together.
“I think it is easier if I carry you off this ice.”
She didn’t want to touch him, but she also didn’t want to fall on the hard ground. Hating herself for showing any kind of weakness, she slowly wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on to him as he carried her the short distance to the snow. The porch had become nothing more than an ice hazard. Any other day, any other time, far away from De Luca, she would have enjoyed the ice.
With his arms on her, she found it hard to focus. De Luca was her enemy. Her sworn enemy because of their last names. She wouldn’t give in to him.
Milah remained tense in his arms, refusing to give in. He placed her on the ground once they were in the thick snow. She tried to remain angry and indifferent toward him, but with the snow coming nearly to her knees, she refused to ignore the joy racing through her body.
Letting go of Damon, she held herself steady, trying to lift her legs, and as she did, more snow seemed to gather around her ankles. She couldn’t stop laughing, especially as she stumbled, falling flat onto the snow.
Without Damon’s help, she got back to her feet and smiled at him. “Are you not having fun?” she asked.
She grabbed a handful of snow and tossed it his way. The ball landed against his chest. Not too hard, but playful.
“You want to go there?”
“You brought me out here, I’m guessing to have some fun. Let us have some fun.” She gathered up another snowball but cried out as Damon was already there, snowball in hand, and he threw it at her.
She quickly turned, and it hit her back. Smiling, she moved fast, throwing her new ball toward him. This one hit him in the stomach.
It didn’t stop Damon as he threw his, and Milah cried out as it hit the base of her neck. Again, not hard, but the cold leaked beneath the collar of her jacket and sweater.
She didn’t have time to pick up another one before he was throwing another her way. Milah attempted to make a mad dash for it, trying to run away, but with how thick the snow was, there was no chance of escaping.
Damon also wasn’t about to let her go free so easily. He charged toward her. She tried to pick up snowballs, most of them missing their target, and when she thought she might be able to evade him. Damon wrapped his arms around her waist. Before she knew what was happening, they were on the ground. The snow buffeted her back as she landed with Damon on top of her.
Her legs were open, and he was between them. The hard ridge of his cock pressed against her core. His jeans were a little thick, but she felt him. The thickness of him as he was right next to her.
Damon was aroused. She had done that to him.
“I’ve got you,” he said.
She felt it. Licking her lips, she tried to think, but no words came. She stared up at him, hating that she could admit he was handsome. Scary as fuck. Even with him wearing a high neck sweater, she saw the ink just peeking from beneath the band.
Damon was heavily tattooed. She’d seen him in the shower. His arms, chest, back, even some on his legs. All of him was covered in some form of ink.
Biting her lip, she stared up at him. Many women would not mind being trapped between the snow and his body. They were not her.
This man was her enemy, but she refused to spoil the day by saying something rotten. “You may have me right now, but you don’t own me,” she said, showing him a smile to let him know her words were not bitter.
Damon chuckled. For a change, the sound wasn’t ugly. He closed the distance between them so that his lips were against her ear. “Are you sure about that?”
****
“Come in,” Damon said, calling toward the knock on his office door.
Ever since Milah had been in his house, he’d noticed an increase in knocking on his door. He missed the times of complete silence and peace where he could catch up with work.