Total pages in book: 156
Estimated words: 157140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 786(@200wpm)___ 629(@250wpm)___ 524(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 786(@200wpm)___ 629(@250wpm)___ 524(@300wpm)
With a satisfied growl, he shifts me sideways in his lap and locks his arms around me, taking extra care to keep pressure off the sling. “I am not hurting you, am I?”
Too dazed for words, I shake my head.
He’s definitely not hurting anything when he claims my lips again.
The kiss starts so gentle, so tender, but grows urgent with every hungry stroke of his tongue, a dark preview of his deepest wishes, thrusting in and out.
I’m already so wet it’s appalling.
This time, when I break away with a ragged breath, he curses sharply. “Fuck. Eliza, I’ve missed that so goddamned much. Stay with me tonight.”
His eyes search mine, bottomless blue oceans wild with demands.
“...I wish I could. But all of my pain drugs are at Dakota’s.” I wince. “Damn, I’m sorry. I didn’t expect we’d pick up right where we were before—” Before everything.
“We’re not.”
I look at him, feeling confused.
“Did you forget? You resigned, Eliza. You’re not my employee anymore. That means no BS with HR or worries about people in the office running their mouths. No more shadow romance. I can take you to dinner and to Destiny’s turtle talks whenever I damn well please—if you’re willing to sit through a two-hour PowerPoint on sea turtle mating habits.”
This time when I laugh, I can’t stop.
That sounds so nice.
I think I’d happily listen to Destiny geek out about sea animals forever because it means she’s in my life—and so is her gorgeous grump of a dad.
Before I can form words again, he continues. “Fair warning, we’re not picking up where we left off. I’m a million times more committed now. Nothing comes between us again, sweetheart. I won’t let it.”
My breath hitches.
My heart soars.
I’ve fallen into a dream and I never want to wake up.
Honestly, I might not even need my pain meds. This man makes me weightless and giddy and high.
And he shifts me from his lap onto the seat beside him before he stands, gently pulling me up into his arms.
I raise an eyebrow.
“Call Dakota now. See if we can pick up your things,” he growls.
“Um, but actually, I don’t—”
“I know. I should have asked you first. I want you here with me that badly, woman,” he whispers, pressing his forehead to mine. “Don’t make me spend another night without you. I can’t be alone in that bed—even if all I get to do is hold you all night.”
Sweet baby Jesus.
He could’ve stopped five minutes ago because my heart is already wrecked.
Happy tears sting my eyes.
“Okay!” I whisper.
And he pulls me into another sticky sweet kiss, stealing my breath even when I’m a sobbing mess.
His lips find mine over and over, and soon he picks me up like a bride and carries me into the house, again so careful of my injury with every step.
“Where are you taking me?” I giggle as he brings me over the threshold.
“Where do you think?”
“But what about—”
“I’ll lock the door and deal with the inquisition from Destiny later. But if she’s on her phone, she’s preoccupied. I promise.”
“What about the coffee? You didn’t finish and it’s a really good one.”
He grins until his face screws up.
“You’ll make us both more in the morning,” he says, and he’s as good as his word.
Just like that, we’re upstairs in his massive bedroom. He kicks the door shut behind him, stopping only to lock it.
He drops me on the bed, smothering my face and neck in frantic kisses, coming back to my mouth every so often to rake his teeth across my lip or caress my tongue.
I’m a ball of nerves.
It’s not just the heady anticipation of what comes next.
It’s knowing what it was to lose him and win him back.
It’s coming home to a man who cherishes me.
The way his warm tongue flicks across my hard nipples once he’s laid me bare.
The way he carefully undresses me, and then rips his own clothes off in two frenzied movements before sliding into bed on his back and guiding me over him with a dizzying squeeze of my ass.
“On top? You never let me—”
“Can’t risk hurting you again.” He ends that fierce statement by pressing his lips to mine.
Oh, right.
The way his eyes brighten tells me it’s a promise—a vow he means to keep. I spread my legs slowly, careful to find my balance, taking him in more than just physically.
God, my body missed this.
The challenge of engulfing a man so enormous, my walls hugging his thick, angry head. I can feel him pulsing inside me, this bestial thing that’s been deprived of its prey for too long.
This is it.
Everything we lost reclaimed in a hot fusion of flesh.
I can’t be closer to him than I am right now with his body connected to mine. He’s already pumping slowly, his hips rising to meet mine, plunging his cock in to the hilt.