Total pages in book: 238
Estimated words: 231781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1159(@200wpm)___ 927(@250wpm)___ 773(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 231781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1159(@200wpm)___ 927(@250wpm)___ 773(@300wpm)
His breathing quickened as he lost sight of the world around him, and I turned him around, looking up at his face.
“Can you see anything?” I asked.
“No.”
Inching up on my tiptoes, I pressed myself into him, guiding his arms around my body and then wrapping mine around his neck. “And now?”
The corner of his lips lifted into a smile, his hands immediately roaming and taking hold of me. He ran his fingers all over my back, the pressure growing as he learned the terrain, and then he slid his hand up my stomach, taking one of my breasts in his palm as he leaned down and took my mouth with his.
I sucked in a breath, whimpering at the heat and nerves firing over every inch of my body. Lifting me off my feet, he moved over my mouth, slipping his tongue between my lips, and I groaned, feeling it down to my toes.
A sound pierced the air, but I barely noticed as I wrapped my legs around his waist, lost in his body.
His lips trailed to my neck, sucking, and I tightened my arms around him, trying to get closer and closer as I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head.
“Will…”
He squeezed my ass in both hands as I found his mouth again, almost too hungry to register the far-off sound when it happened again.
He bit my lips and slipped my glasses off my head, setting them on the table.
The sound—a ringing—perked my ears, and I finally blinked my eyes open.
My phone. I pulled away from his mouth, turning my head over my shoulder toward the kitchen, hearing the special ringtone I had designated for Martin.
Shit.
I tried to push Will away. “I have to answer it.”
“Don’t.”
He pulled me in tighter, kissing me softly as he rubbed his thumb around my nipple again and again.
“Please.” I moaned, not wanting to let him go. “It’s my brother.”
“And I’m your man now.” He took off the blindfold, looking up into my eyes. “And I’m asking you for tonight.”
He started to carry me up the stairs to my bedroom, but the phone rang again.
That was three times he’d called.
I squirmed out of Will’s hold, running back down the stairs. “If I don’t answer, he could come home to check on me. He could find you here.”
He grabbed my arm, pulling me back. “Then let him.” He glared down at me. “I don’t give a shit. He won’t keep me away from you, so the sooner he knows the score, the better.”
My naked body, except for my bottoms, seemed to scream, and even though it was dark, and he wouldn’t see much, he might still notice the bruises. I had to cover up.
“Let me go,” I gritted out, anxious.
But he didn’t. Pulling me in, he lifted me into his arms again and looked up into my eyes. “Look at me,” he said.
I did, the softness in his voice making me forget my brother and my body for a moment.
“I…” He trailed off, struggling for words. “I…like you.”
It sounded like “I love you,” and my chin trembled.
“I’ve liked you forever,” he said. “If you talk to him, the spell will break and the night will be over because you’re not the same in the sun. You’ll have all kinds of reasons again tomorrow about why I can’t have you. Stay with me tonight. Don’t talk to him. Don’t let anything between us tonight.”
Sobs swelled in my chest, and I held his shoulders, wanting to just wrap my arms around him because he was probably right.
“Or you can come to Homecoming with me,” he said, giving me a choice. “Tomorrow night.”
Homecoming?
The phone rang again, but we just stared at each other, me in his arms and my legs dangling.
I couldn’t go to Homecoming. I didn’t have a dress. I didn’t dance. I didn’t want to be around his people.
Martin would never allow it.
People would just laugh.
I pushed against his hold, diving down to the floor for my cardigan as the phone rang and rang. I looked back up at him, covering myself with the sweater.
“No,” I said. “You can go now. I’m sorry I stopped you.”
He advanced on me, but I turned and ran, slipping on my sweater as I dashed into the kitchen for my phone.
I answered. “Hello?”
“What the hell were you doing?” Martin snapped. “I’ve called four times.”
I almost turned to see if Will was behind me, but my heart was beating so fast, I was afraid Martin would hear the shake in my voice.
“I’m sorry. I…” I stammered. “I fell asleep with my phone downstairs.”
“Of course, you did.” His tone was clipped. “We’re expecting wind tonight. Make sure the windows are closed, the garbage cans are stored, and the…”
But my mind trailed off as he barked in my ear the same orders I’d heard a hundred times.