Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 94760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
We traveled for a good twenty minutes before the boat slowed enough so that there was barely any wake as we cut through the water. I lost myself in the sensation of the sun trying to warm my body as the sounds of seagulls and passing boats filled the air around us. I nearly jumped out of my skin a moment later when I felt something at my back. A hand came out to grab my arm.
“It’s just me,” Jace murmured softly from behind me.
I felt like a fool. We were alone on the boat, for God’s sake.
Something warm was placed over my shoulders. Jace’s hands appeared in my vision as he wrapped the small blanket around me from behind. Since the boat was still moving, I had to assume he’d made use of the autopilot feature, which would keep us traveling in a straight line.
I grabbed the corners of the blanket with my hands to hold it in place, but to my surprise, Jace’s hands lingered on my waist. And was he…?
God, he was.
I closed my eyes as Jace’s stubble scraped over the skin along the back of my neck for the briefest of moments as he nuzzled me. My body reacted to the contact and it was all I could do not to lean back against him.
It was the stinging sensation from my arm that reminded me that I couldn’t lean into him.
Or on him.
I’d done that once before.
Never again.
It took every ounce of willpower I possessed to step forward just a little. I felt the fingers at my waist press into me just a little bit before completely falling away. I risked turning around and saw him staring at me, his expression shuttered. As he turned to walk away, I grabbed his wrist. I didn’t say anything as I pulled him to the back of the boat. Before we went below deck, I quietly asked, “Will the boat be okay for a few minutes?”
Jace scanned the horizon, then nodded.
He didn’t resist me as I tugged him down the stairs with me. I released his hand, but he continued to follow me. I led him past the kitchen, then motioned to the bed. I waited until he sat down before I went back to the kitchen and found what I was looking for beneath the sink. I’d spied the first aid kit earlier when I’d been checking things out.
I returned to the bedroom and felt something clench deep inside of me at the sight of Jace sitting on the bed. As I approached him, I wondered what he’d do if instead of slowing when I reached him, I just kept moving forward until I was pushing him back on the bed. Would he go pliant beneath me? Would he finally kiss me? Would he roll me so I could know what it was like to feel the full weight of his body on top of me? He’d given me a hint of that last night when he’d hovered over me, but I wanted more.
I shouldn’t, but I did.
I forced myself to sit next to him on the bed. When I turned to face him, he did the same. I searched out some antiseptic wipes. It was comfortably quiet, with just the gentle slap of water against the hull of the boat to keep us company. Jace barely reacted as I began cleaning his cuts with the antiseptic. I knew it had to hurt, but I might as well have been using water for all the reaction he showed. I was both disappointed and envious.
Disappointed because while he appeared perfectly relaxed, my insides were bouncing around like someone was playing ping pong in my gut. And envious because I would have given anything to be able to not feel like he did.
Most of the cuts weren’t bad enough to need any kind of dressing, but there was one near his eyebrow that was deeper than the rest. I had to shift closer to him to make sure there weren’t any bits of glass in it. The position had us practically nose to nose. Once again, I could barely breathe because of the sheer temptation of having his mouth so close to mine, but Jace didn’t react at all.
“So, what’s the plan?” I asked, since I needed something to distract me from my thoughts.
“We keep moving and we keep monitoring the news for a while to make sure your name doesn’t come up anywhere. Ronan and his guys will try to figure out if your dad really is behind all this.”
I nodded. Being trapped on a boat for the foreseeable future with Jace Christenson seemed like the worst kind of hell… and a little bit of heaven too.
“And Caleb?”
I was in the middle of placing a bandage over the cut by his eyebrow when he said my name. I looked at him and got caught up in the firm set of his jaw and dark eyes. They looked black this close up.