Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 114260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
I wonder if he’ll ever share that burden.
I let my gaze rove lazily over his chest, the smattering of dark, coarse hair, defined abs, and a thin chain with dog tags. When he sees me looking at them, he lifts them off and places them gently on the bed. That’s a story for another day then.
“You alright?” he asks, his voice a low rumble that sets my nerves on fire.
I shake my head. “No. You?”
“No.” He gives me a slow, lazy smile. “I need a shower, baby. So fucking bad. Think you can help me?”
I love it when he calls me baby.
I’m on my feet before I realize what I’m doing. My hands shake when I reach for his belt. I unfasten the clasp and slide it through the loops, then lay it on the side of the bed. He watches me, his hands on his hips, as I reach for the button of his jeans and slide to my knees in front of him. With slow precision, I remove his pants, my breath catching as I tug them down his legs. He steps first one foot out, then the other, and his pants join his tee on the floor.
I can see the outline of his erection through his boxers. Like everything about him, it’s larger than life. I lick my lips and swallow. I imagine what it would be like to take him in my mouth, to please him. I’ve never done that for anyone before, but I want to for him.
I don’t know why, but I’m overcome with emotion. Maybe it’s because I’ve been through so much in such a short time. Maybe because I know now that we’ve found his sister and she’s safe, it’s time to move on to the job I know I have to do.
Or maybe it’s because I know I want him and can’t bear the thought he doesn’t want me the way I do him. Does he? I close my eyes and lay my cheek against his thigh. The dark, prickly hair scratches my cheek, as his hand comes to the back of my head and holds me there.
We don’t speak. I kneel between his legs, my arms wrapped around him. I need a moment, and somehow, he knows that. He gives it to me before he bends, then kneels in front of me. Holds me. Right there on the floor, nearly naked, he tugs me onto his lap so my legs wrap around him to straddle his waist.
My body kindles with my need for him, his length pressed up against my panties. He wraps his fingers around the back of my neck and tugs me closer to him. My eyes meet his, and I know he’s going to kiss me.
He rises with me in his arms, my legs still tucked around him, then lays me on the bed. His hands tangle in my hair and he holds my mouth to his but I need no persuasion. His huge, muscular frame pins me to the bed. I release a breath he swallows and makes his own. My breasts heave, pressed tight against his unyielding chest, and liquid heat cascades between my legs. His tongue licks mine, drawing an inhuman moan from me.
“I want you, Violet. All of you.”
I nod dumbly, ready to give him anything and everything he wants. Right now, I want his hands and mouth and cock and body joined with mine in every possible combination. I want to kiss and lick and worship his body.
I want to bring him pleasure and surrender to bliss.
I want everything.
His hand cups my breast, and I whimper with the sudden flare of need that makes me tremble. His thumb flicks over my nipple. I nearly come.
“Cain,” I whisper on a choked breath, so desperate to be closer to him I can’t speak.
Silently, he lowers his mouth to my breast and licks the hardened nipple. A spasm of pleasure ripples through me so hard my hips jerk upward. He suckles again. My clit throbs on the edge of release. “Fuuuccck, baby,” he growls in my ear. “I need to taste you.”
I’m a ragdoll to his touch, pliable and boneless, as he arranges me on the bed and drops to his knees. When he looks at me, my heart turns over in my chest. I hold my breath as he parts my knees like he’s worshipping me, the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen. He kisses the inside of my thigh, as he slides his thumb along my panty-clad slit. My hips buck. My pulse races. He kisses my right thigh. I’m still gasping for breath when he tugs my panties down and releases a deep, masculine groan I feel straight between my legs.
Holding my thighs in his big, very capable hands, he spreads them further apart. Exposing me. His eyes meet mine with a burning insolence, as if daring me to turn away now. I couldn’t if I tried. My choice was made when he stepped through that door.