Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 161434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 807(@200wpm)___ 646(@250wpm)___ 538(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 161434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 807(@200wpm)___ 646(@250wpm)___ 538(@300wpm)
“I hope you didn’t do anything illegal,” I say with a sigh.
“We’re in this together, aren’t we? With the tracker I’ve got on his truck, we’re going to ram his dick in the door and get Abby out of jail,” he whispers. “This is it. Period and end of story.”
“I hope you’re right.”
He silences me then, leaning down and pressing his lips to mine. His tongue rolls into my mouth like a dark delicacy.
I whimper, wanting to pull away before I get too distracted to say more, but his stupid sexy grip holds stupid hot-mess me in place. The urgency of his kiss is everything.
“Nick.” I struggle out of his arms with major effort. “You’re making me dizzy.” I take a deep breath. “Okay, you need to let me help you if you’re going to go all super spy on my behalf.”
A crease forms in his forehead.
“Help me? I don’t know what you mean.”
“Your tabloid crap. Your past. Trust me to help you deal with it and not freak out. Or at least not hold your cards so close to your chest,” I say.
“I do trust you, Reese. That’s not why I fight so hard to keep you out of it. I don’t want you trending on social media knowing I put you there,” he rumbles.
“You’re still trying to protect me?”
“Always.” His eyes gleam so dark a chill sweeps through me.
“I love—” Frick. My mouth clamps shut.
I didn’t mean to say that aloud.
“What were you saying?” A slow smile cuts across his face.
“Nothing.”
“Liar, but it’s okay. I love you, too, Reese Halle. I have since the first second you hated me,” he growls, not a hint of doubt in his eyes.
Oh my God.
I rise up on my toes to find his lips, but he beats me to it. His kiss tastes so much sweeter now.
My leg curls around his, climbing him before I even realize it.
I tremble as his tongue glides over mine. He braces his hands below my bottom and lifts me up. My legs wrap around his waist.
He pulls away from me and takes a ragged breath. “Is Millie down for the night?”
I give half a nod before attacking his lips again.
He moves us to his room while I fumble the buttons of his shirt out of their holes.
“Can’t even wait, huh?” he chuckles.
“I could, but what’s the point of that?”
“You didn’t say it, you know...”
“Huh?”
“You didn’t say it. You cut yourself off mid-sentence,” he says.
My face feels like it could self-combust.
“You knew what I was going to say,” I tease. “I just...”
He leans forward so our foreheads touch.
“Tell me how you feel,” he demands. “Or else I’ll put my mouth where it’ll make you squirm and I won’t finish the job unless I hear it.”
“I’m already squirming,” I squeak, pressing my fingers against the hard ridge of his shaft just to prove a point. I sigh because it’s heaven.
“Say it, you little devil.”
Okay.
Deep breath.
Here goes.
“I’ve been in love with you for a long time, Nick. Longer than you’ve loved me, probably.” Those words feel like a boulder lifting off me as soon as they’re out.
“I thought you loathed me.”
“I wanted to. I kind of did for a while. You were so irresponsible at first. Also, I was jealous, because you had your models and actresses and I couldn’t have you—”
“No one’s ever had me the way you do.” He cuts me off mid-sentence, his voice gruff and his wildfire lips crushing mine.
I’m boneless until he’s laid me on the bed and I’ve worked his shirt off.
My hands fall to his pants button, barely holding him in.
He sighs as I release him, then pull down his boxers. I run my finger across his naked waist, zigzagging down until my finger touches hot skin just above his shaft. I close my hand around it and slide it down.
“Reese, fuck.”
He quickly undresses me, sits on the edge of the bed, and pulls me into his lap. He traces his finger over my hot opening, sliding one rough finger over the pearl.
I’m not asking tonight. I take what I want, sliding down over his shaft.
My arms and legs fold around him.
His arms tighten around me and soon, we’re a mess of kisses and groans, and aching thrusts.
It’s the best sex ever, because when the emotion is this intense, I don’t have to worry about what I might blurt out.
There’s no holding back, no theatrics, just manic thrusts and hitched breaths and an explosive finish.
Together.
“God, I love you.” He strokes the sex-crazed hair out of my eyes.
We’re still connected and my legs are jelly. I feel weightless.
He falls back, but his arms are locked around me as he pulls me down with him.
“That was—” he starts.
“The highlight of my life,” I finish.
He kisses me again with a low growl vibrating against my tongue.