Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
I wrap him in my arms and lean in and kiss his forehead. “I’ve got this.”
He replies by turning his head and pressing his lips to mine softly.
“I promise,” I say. “When your life is chaotic, I’ll do anything to take you away from it.”
He buries his head in my shoulder. It takes a while for him to settle and fall asleep, but I’m a patient man.
When his breathing finally evens out, I allow myself to drift off, but my dreams are filled with different ways I can help Dylan. The lack of sleep must be getting to me, though, because I don’t think taking a penis-shaped rocket ship to another planet will work.
However, with how tired I am, I’m not going to rule it out. I’ll leave space exploration as plan B.
Waking up wrapped around Dylan Rodriguez is amazing but so surreal. I want to roll over and check the time, but I also don’t want to risk waking him.
If I’d known a personal mishap would be the thing to bring us together, I would’ve created one for him a long time ago.
I’m only half-joking.
But it’s hard not to get ahead of myself. Especially when the one and only conversation we’ve had about us is that it’s just sex.
I know how to do just sex. Hell, I’ve been doing that for most of my life. But the thought of everything going back to the way things were between Dylan and me doesn’t sit right.
I don’t want to have to hunt down wanted criminals for an excuse to talk to him anymore. I want to be able to call him or text him to let him know I’m thinking about him. That I want to see him.
And I want him to want to see me.
It’s time to cut the shit and go for what I want, but first thing’s first—saving his ass.
I slip out of bed, careful not to wake him, and go to Domino’s kitchen. It’s fully renovated but not very spacious, so I turn the coffee machine on to brew and lean against the counter to check my messages for any updates.
Everything is still the same, and our intel is still at sweet fuck all.
When running an op, I’m usually calm and in control. This anxious, desperate need to succeed is new. Sure, I always want to win, I don’t want to lose any of my guys, and I want to be the best. But I’ve never needed it like this.
“What’s wrong?” Dylan’s voice startles me.
I jump and look up to see him in a pair of my sweats from my go bag rolled at the waist to fit his shorter legs and narrower hips. His chest and tight abs are on display, and if it weren’t for the concern on his gorgeous features, I’d have already forgotten the question.
“What makes you think something’s wrong?”
“Your face.”
Despite the seriousness, I smile. “Thank … you?”
“You look like you’re worried.”
I fake confidence I don’t actually feel for once. “I’m not worried. Just planning.”
Dylan moves to the coffee machine, but before he can make himself a cup, I reach for him and pull him back against my chest. “What did you come up with?”
I should’ve realized he’d ask that. “Lots of plans. All the plans in the world. Definitely none that involve space travel and moving to another planet.”
Dylan huffs. “Great.”
“Actually, I was trying to decide whether to try to”—I raise my hands for air quotes—“‘lock you up in a tower’ again until this is all over, but I figured you wouldn’t like that. And now that we’re having sex, I need to keep you happy, or it will stop. So it was a really hard choice.”
He turns in my arms. “It was a hard choice whether or not you’d hold me captive?”
“You say that like it’s not the sexiest imagery ever. You, in chains. Me, ravishing your body … Actually, can we play that scenario out before we do anything else?”
“No.”
“It’s because you can’t be certain I wouldn’t leave you like that, isn’t it?” I ask.
“Exactly that.”
“Noted. I’ll keep that fantasy for after your boss is no longer trying to kill you.”
“Even then, it would be a struggle to trust you to let me go after you’re finished with me.”
I lean in. “I’d release you from restraints if that’s what you mean.”
“But keep me locked up another way?” Dylan pats my chest. “That’s borderline psychopathic.”
“Fine, I’ll rephrase. I would release you from your restraints and leave the front door unlocked so you could leave whenever you want to, even though I’d want you to stay.”
“Mm, the consent of it all is sexy, but then how am I supposed to feel your need for me to stay? Where’s the desperation?”
I throw up my hands. “I can’t win with you.”
He closes the minuscule gap between us, pressing against me. “I’d say you’ve already won. How many orgasms in how many days?”