Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 135955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
“The last time a woman jacked my dick, I was a teenager. Never remember it being this good.”
“I’m a perfectionist.”
His blue eyes blaze into mine, softening. “Luck is on my side.” He chuckles, brushing my hair back and placing his lips on my cheek. “Except this time, I get to go to bed with the pretty girl half-naked in my arms all night and wake up to do it again tomorrow.”
My insides spasm, my ovaries doing that bursting motion, and the giggles die down. “We need to clean up.”
“I’ll take care of it.”
I nod, lost in him.
“Jewls?”
“Hmmm?”
“If I ever have another nightmare, feel free to do what it takes to take away the memories.”
My heart flips in my chest, and I snuggle closer.
“That being said, if it wasn’t for that nightmare, you’d be fully naked and we’d be a lot further than third base.”
“There’s always tomorrow night,” I reply happily.
“Looking forward to it.”
Mom—It’s dinner. You have to eat.
Me—Next time. We need to get to Chicago.
Mom—On the way home?
Me—No promises.
Mom—Julianna, are you embarrassed by us? I know we’re not some fancy-dancy rich family, but we deserve to meet your boyfriend. You’re passing right by our house!
Oh, she’s good. I stare at the phone, trying to think of a response that won’t add to the already simmering guilt weighing on my shoulders.
Mom—I’m trying to be reasonable, but one slip of the tongue and you’ll have your dad and brothers breathing down your neck.
Great, now she’s moved to threats.
The door to the bathroom opens, and all thoughts of my mom fly out of my mind at the sight of Major in nothing but a towel, his chest glistening from the shower. He spots me ogling and flashes me a sexy grin on the way to his bag.
“Don’t get dressed on my account.”
“Babe, don’t start something you can’t finish.”
“Oh, I can definitely finish.”
His eyes swing to mine. “Then don’t start something I can’t finish.”
“Can’t help it, I’ve missed you.”
I bite back my groan when he drops his towel and quickly pulls on a pair of boxers and faded jeans. “Come here.”
Instinctively, my feet move to him. “Missed you, too.” He kisses down my throat. “Waking up beside you this morning, knowing there wasn’t enough time for what I wanted to do, fucking torture.”
Monday morning, he and Ace were placed on a special case that shifted their hours. They worked past midnight the last three nights. Major suggested—in his own bossy way—that I stay at his house, claiming it wouldn’t be weird since Harley was there. I refused. Thus ensued a back and forth and war of wills.
Somehow, he brought Tom into his scheme because the first two nights he showed up at the bar and I was forced to take my ‘mandatory break’. Before these guys came into the picture, Harley and I never took breaks.
Now, Tom was throwing them out like candy.
Those nights, Major ushered me out the back to his truck where we made out like teenagers while he tried to convince me to change my mind. Last night, I was ready for him. After I turned him down for the zillionth time, I handed him a key to my place.
Sometime after two in the morning, he crawled in behind me, and I immediately draped myself across his body to hold him in place. The last thing I heard before falling back asleep was his deep chuckle. This morning, I left him sleeping while I started my day. Somewhere between me planning breakfast and packing the rest of my things, he got in the shower.
I lift on my toes, wrapping my arms around his neck. “You could have stayed in bed. Or at least let me join you in the shower.”
“Thought you had a conference call this morning.”
“I do, but we could have conserved water by showering together.”
His hands go to my ass, squeezing firmly. “Baby, my shower wasn’t for cleaning.”
My eyes bulge, realizing what he means, and I drop to my heels. “No fair! I have purposely held off waiting…” My words trail, a blush heating my cheeks.
His eyes flame with understanding, and I find myself in his arms. “You held off what?”
“Nothing.” I try to slip away unsuccessfully.
“Jewls?”
The lust and heat in his gaze send a thrill through my veins.
“Ummm…”
My phone dings and I make a move to where I dropped it.
“Whoever it is can wait.” He doesn’t let me get far.
“Could be important.”
“Tell me what I want to know.”
“It was tongue in cheek.”
His hands slide into my waistband and cup my ass, his hardened bulge rubbing against my hips. “You held off what, Julianna?” He kisses across my cheek to my ear, taking my earlobe between his teeth.
“No fair.” I shudder at the huskiness in his voice.
“I don’t intend to play fair. Were you about to say you haven’t touched yourself?”