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)
Saint, from behind his computer screen, says, “Can you really blame his assessment?”
“Well, no, but it’s rude to say it to our faces.”
“To be fair, you’re listening in to a private conversation,” Trav says.
“Then go have it somewhere private,” Iris argues.
I take Trav’s hand. “He might have a point. Can we have a word?”
“They’re so going to fuck in the guest bed,” Iris says.
“Maybe we should take Princess Smooshy Face for a walk and give them some privacy.”
As if hearing her name and walk, their giant dumbass of a dog runs in from outside. Or … tries to. There’s a glass sliding door in her way, and she runs right into it.
I expect Iris or Saint to run to her rescue, but Iris just sighs.
“She’s going to break that door one day,” Saint says.
The dog shakes off her stupor and then lifts her front paw to push against the glass. The whole door rattles, and it actually looks like she’s knocking to be let in.
“And you shouldn’t have taught her how to do that,” Saint says.
“It’s adorable!” Iris coos and goes to let her in. “Who’s a good girl?” he praises.
“Let’s escape now while they’re distracted.” I pull Trav down the hall to where we slept last night.
As soon as I close the door behind us, Trav wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me back against him.
He closes in behind me, his breath on my neck, his big body surrounding me, and I practically melt into his arms.
“I know you’re scared,” he says softly. “But if this doesn’t work, I’m still going to do everything I can to set things right.”
I turn so we’re face-to-face. “That’s just it. I should be scared of the outcome. I should be focused on how I’m going to go back to work once Walker is exposed. But all I can think about is being stuck here while you’re out there fighting my battles, putting your life on the line for me, and … what if you don’t come back?”
Trav’s warm brown eyes soften, but his lips curl. “Careful there, Rogue. It kind of sounds like you care about me.”
I take a deep breath. “I do. I didn’t want to, but I really fucking do. The outcome of tomorrow doesn’t only affect me but us, and I know I said there was no us, and I was using you as a distraction, and maybe at the time I really did believe it, but I can’t keep fighting it. It’s exhausting pretending I don’t have real feelings for you, and I don’t want to do it anymore.”
I break eye contact and lower my head, but Trav cups my cheek and forces me to keep looking at him.
“Then stop pretending,” he whispers.
I surge forward and press my mouth to his. He opens for me, and my tongue says all the things that I’m not ready to say.
So long of ignoring every memory of our one night together. Years of trying to not let him get under my skin.
I’d be proud of my willpower if I wasn’t kicking myself for being so stubborn.
Because being with Trav like this, there’s so much need, passion, and all-consuming lust I can’t deny any longer.
I break from his lips and turn in his arms, pushing my ass against the growing bulge in the front of his pants. “I want you to take me like you did the night we met.”
Trav drives me forward with the force of his hips until I’m pressed against the wall and he’s boxing me in. He bends at the knees the tiniest bit and rubs his cock against me. “You want it like this?”
His possessive voice turns me inside out.
“Yes,” I rasp.
“I want that too.” Trav drops his head and kisses down my neck until he reaches the collar of my shirt. “But I want to do it right this time. No clothes. I want to worship your body the way it deserves.”
I shudder and push back, grinding against him.
He tightens his strong grip on my hips. “Get undressed. Now.”
Trav steps away while I rush to get undressed. I hear him rifling through a bag for supplies, but I’m so desperate for him, I don’t wait for him to get back before I place my hands on the wall and stick my ass out, waiting for him.
“Damn,” Trav says. “I love your body.”
“Says someone who has the physique of a Greek god.”
Trav boxes me in again, his warm, naked skin on mine, and his hard cock dripping precum onto my ass cheek. “Mm, I seem to remember you saying something else about me being godlike.” His wet finger dips into my crack and trails down until it presses against my hole.
“It’s still true. You fuck like a god.” Shit. It’s like a damn floodgate has opened. I’ve been so used to holding my thoughts back, of not showing anything, that now I’ve let it all out, there’s no putting it back in.