Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
The tears start to come in earnest, and even though I’m lost in tears, I’m still startled with the sound in front of me. It sounds like steel crumbling, and I grit my teeth at the atrocious sound. I can’t see anything, but I know it’s bad.
I get out of my car and look in front of me, and my mouth falls open. The bridge that was there only moments ago is completely wiped out, and the water is rampaging in front of me.
I’m frozen in place as I realize what could have happened if I was on that bridge when it collapsed.
I’m so lost with what’s happening in front of me that I don’t even realize Elliott is next to me until he lifts me in his arms. His voice is thick with emotion. “You could have died, Camille.”
He holds me tightly against his chest as he carries me back to his truck.
I’m not sure how he does it; the man must have superstrength because he opens the car door and places me in the passenger seat in one fell swoop. Gruffly, he demands, “Don’t move.”
His windshield wipers are still going, and I watch as he walks back to my car and grabs my bags and then walks back toward his truck. He throws my stuff in his backseat and then jumps into the driver’s seat, pulling out with a slide on the wet pavement.
He stops suddenly. “Shit, I’m sorry. Put on your seatbelt.”
And I don’t know why, but the fact that he’s still worried about me and trying to take care of me goes all through me. I start to cry harder—these damn hormones—and I struggle with my seatbelt. No matter how many times I jerk it, it won’t budge.
He puts his hand over mine, and a calm comes over me. “It’s okay. Let me get it.”
He pulls the seatbelt, and of course it works for him. He fits it around me and then huffs out a breath before driving again.
He doesn’t spin his tires or speed; he just drives us back toward his ranch.
He’s quiet the whole way, and I can’t stand the silence. “I’m sorry,” I murmur to him.
I see his hands tighten on the steering wheel. “Me too, Camille.”
I glance at him, and his jaw is pulled tight. “Why are you sorry? You have nothing to be sorry about.”
He shrugs. “I’m sorry that you felt you almost had to kill yourself to get away from me.” He runs his hands through his hair. “I’ll have someone look at your car in the morning, and then you can leave once the road is cleared. You’ll be stranded with me until then.”
I bite on to my lip and stare out at the view in front of me. It’s so different than the drive away from here. When I was by myself, I was scared and unsure, but with Elliott, there is no fear because I know I’m safe with him. I know I’m cared for.
“I wasn’t trying to get away from you.”
He gives me a look that says he doesn’t believe me.
“I mean, yeah, I was leaving but not for the reason you think.”
He’s pulling back into the driveway, and he parks as close as he can to the house. I put my hand on the door to open it, and he growls at me, “Don’t move.”
I watch him get out in the pouring rain and come around to my side. He opens the door, undoes my seatbelt, and reaches in to get me.
“I can walk.”
He just glares at me. “You’re in tennis shoes. I’m carrying you.”
I don’t have the energy to fight with him, so I go into his arms without any further complaint.
He carries me up the front steps of his house and then inside. I expect him to put me down, but he doesn’t. He carries me up the stairs with his boots sloshing the whole way. He doesn’t stop until we’re in his bathroom, and only then does he release me and let me stand on my own two feet.
He reaches inside the shower and turns the hot water on.
He’s mad. He’s fuming mad, and I just stand here and stare at him.
He starts by taking off his boots and then his jeans and T-shirt. I should probably look away, but I can’t. He takes off his underwear, and he’s half hard as he stares at me. “Sorry, I get like this when I’m around you. Ignore it.”
I bite my lip and stare at his dick that seems to be growing longer and thicker the longer I stare at him.
He grunts. “Give me a break, Camille. I only have so much willpower.”
I jerk my eyes away from his twitching dick. “Sorry.”
He grunts and reaches for my shirt, and I put a hand out to stop him. “What are you doing?”