Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 68870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“You shouldn’t break into people’s cars,” she says, but her voice is soft and shy. Her fingers move in my lap as she explores the growing length.
“I couldn’t stay away,” I say, my lips an inch from hers.
“You don’t know anything about me.”
I can see in the sliver of moonlight illuminating her face that there’s a challenge in her eyes. She wants me, but she’s afraid of what I might find if I do.
“I know all I need to,” I say, pressing my lips to hers softly.
The kiss isn’t like before where it was too hot, too fast. This time it’s slow and I take my time. Her hand cups me while I trail a finger down her neck and between her breasts. Her breath catches, and I can feel her heartbeat under my touch. She opens for me and gives in to the desire she tries desperately to control.
My lips move down her neck as I pull her closer to me. This isn’t the ideal spot for what I’d like to do to her right now, and I growl in frustration.
“I can’t get any answers from anyone about Brad,” I say, kissing the place below her ear. “My mind is all over the place and I can’t focus on my work because I’ve been thinking about kissing you since the second I left.” My hands go to her waist and under her ass. “On top of all of that, I got pulled into an insane meeting today where my boss informed me that I’m getting married.”
She leans back and takes her hands off me as she looks at me in shock. “What?” She shakes her head in disbelief. “You’re getting married?” She looks away from me and out the window. “I guess it was inevitable. It happens to all of us who are a little too good at our careers. They want us making as many loyalist babies as possible for the sake of continuing the Regime.”
She sounds cold and distant when she says it, but I can’t believe she doesn’t care. Not with what I felt between us today. Not when I can still feel it pulsing between us now. This isn’t all made up in my head. I’m not imagining that she wants me just as badly as I want her.
“They said it’s happening tomorrow.” She snaps her face back to me, and I can see the pain in her eyes. The unshed tears that she refuses to let fall.
“That’s sudden.” Her voice breaks on the last word, but she looks away from me like the sight of my face is too much. I can see she’s hurt, but I need her to talk to me. Anything to show me that I’m not alone in this car right now. “Why so fast?”
“I don’t know. I won’t even meet her until she walks down the aisle. The rumor is she’s pregnant by somebody on the other side. But I don’t care about that, Naomi.” I reach out and cup her cheek, and she leans into it.
“We’re not in charge of our future. Not truly,” she says, and her voice is so sad.
“But if we were? If we were free to choose?” I was half in love with her after only hearing her voice. But once her lips touched mine, I knew she belonged to me.
“We don’t have that luxury,” she says, and then I see a teardrop. I wipe it away with my thumb, and she lets out a sardonic laugh. “Who is she?”
“I think she’s a nurse. They said she’s a scholarship girl who lives on the other side but works here.” I lean back in my seat and run my hand down my face, trying to relieve some of the stress I’m feeling. “I had to tell you. I don’t have anyone to talk to now that Brad’s gone. They promised me a promotion if I go along with the wedding. You know, be a good boy. It’s the perfect cover for letting me continue to dig into Brad’s disappearance. Unless…” I say, looking back at Naomi.
Inside her tiny car, which barely has enough leg room for a 12-year-old, let alone a tall man such as myself, I’m enveloped in her scent. I want to reach out and pull her into the back seat and do all the bad things to her I’ve been fantasizing about.
“Unless what?” she asks.
“Unless you can think of any reason why I shouldn’t get married,” I answer, hoping that she is brave enough to see this through with me. “I know you feel it, too. There is something between us that I’ve never had before, and I don’t want it ripped away from me.”
I can’t marry another woman. Not now that I’ve found her. I’ll never be happy knowing she's out in the world and doesn't belong to me. The thought of touching another woman makes my stomach sick. It’s insane that I’ve only met her once, but I know deep in my soul that she’s it for me.