Total pages in book: 178
Estimated words: 170884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 170884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
“Yeah,” he agreed, and I felt his eyes on me.
I turned to face him, and when I found him frowning at me, my own frown formed. “What?”
Jaw tight, he looking straight ahead. “I do know how it feels...” He paused. “To feel like this might be our last day together.” He licked his bottom lip. “And it scares the shit out of me.” I gave him the moment he clearly needed before he went on. “You’re scared of me leavin’, and I’m scared of you waking up and realizing you’re officially sick of my bullshit. ‘Cause one day, you will.”
He said this so agonizingly soft that I recognized he really believed that.
Around and around we go.
What a pair we were.
“The last time I saw you alive, you told me you wanted to break me,” I recalled quietly.
“Who says that goal has changed?” My head snapped sideways to his, my eyes narrowing, but his gaze smiled back teasingly. “How else am I meant to put you back together again?”
I rolled my eyes, but my heart warmed in a way that was hazardous to my health.
Into the darkness, we listened to the waves crash, when he finally spoke again. “I realized too late.”
My brows knitted. “Realized what?”
His stormy eyes focused on me. “That breaking you would never fix me.”
Oh, baby.
How he’d grown.
It was too much for me. I needed a fresh conversation. Lighter conversation. “Do you remember when you used to bring me here?”
“I remember everything.” He grinned then. “We’d come here to get high.”
“No,” I corrected him. “You’d get high and I’d watch.” My eyes widened. “And then I’d let you drive me home.” I shook my head at my idiocy, chuckling humorlessly. “Oh, God, I was so reckless with you.”
“You were, but it was fun.” He smirked.
My brows arched. “I don’t know about that.”
He looked at me. “You tellin’ me you don’t think about that time and smile at the memories?”
Of course I did. How could I not? It was the most turbulent, unstable time of my life, and I loved every second of it. But times had changed.
I conceded, “Some of it was fun. But the thought of doing it all over again—” I tried to quell my soft laughter but failed. “—I think I’d give that a polite pass. I’m a mother now.” I smiled sadly. “I can’t just think about myself anymore.”
“I feel that, baby,” he allowed, and I know he did. He loved his son more than anything. I genuinely felt it whenever they were together. “A.J. is everything I knew he’d be and more. And I’m grateful.”
He was grateful.
The memory from way back when assaulted me hard and fast, and I was thankful for the darkness then as my knees tightened and my stomach clenched.
“You’re grateful?”
Twitch looked at me then, and when I moved, I could tell he was wondering what I was up to. But as I crawled the short distance over and used his rock-hard shoulders as leverage, lifting my leg and climbing over him, his hands landed on my hips, helping me settle into his lap.
Our faces close, I ran my nose up the length of his and whispered, “Grateful enough to suck my tongue?”
His shuddering intake of breath had my pussy flooding on cue. My lips parted slightly. I ignored the heavy beat of my heart and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the edge of his lip, and the hands on my waist tightened like a vice. “Lexi,” he growled in warning, a moment before his stormy eyes met mine. “Don’t play with me, woman.”
My eyes widened at the brutal tone he took with me. I was worried he’d mistake my sudden quiet gasp for fear.
I should’ve known better.
Twitch chuckled darkly. “You think you’re in control here?” He clicked his tongue. “Oh, baby.” When he leaned in and his minty breath warmed my lips as he uttered roughly, “It’s like you don’t even know me,” I choked on a moan, my panties completely, almost embarrassingly, soaked.
And the asshole grinned triumphantly.
So I did something I never would have done six years ago.
Ready or not.
I took control.
Here I come.
My heavy gaze landed on the full bottom lip of his and my heart thumped. He wasn’t prepared for when I leaned in close and gently touched my tongue to that lip, running across it leisurely. Torturously slow. And when his arms snaked around me in an attempt to regain power, holding me captive, I internally smirked.
Who’s in control now, bish?
My victory, however, was short-lived.
His mouth parted on a groan. I slid my tongue in, and his lips closed around it, sucking lightly, moaning into my open mouth, and I fucking died, returning his needy sounds and pushing myself harder onto his hard length. He liked that. I know he did because he growled, and as his hips bucked into me, I saw stars, panting like a bitch in heat.