Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 84871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Her breath is warm and ragged against the side of my neck where her face is. With Sloane still clinging to me like a koala bear, I quietly let us back inside and then take her to her bedroom. This time, I’m allowed inside. I close the door and then carry her to the bathroom.
Once I ease her to her feet, I take a moment to inspect her face. Dark circles rim her eyes and her skin is pale. Tears swim in her pretty blue eyes, threatening to spill over. I press a soft kiss to her nose and then let go of her long enough to turn the shower on. When I return, I help her out of her clothes until she’s fully naked in front of me.
God, she’s a fucking vision.
I’d love nothing more than to fall to my knees right now and worship her, but she doesn’t need that. She needs someone to hold her together and be the strong one. I can do that for her. I can and will do anything for her.
“Do you want to shower alone?” I ask, voice raspy and soft.
She gives me a sharp shake of her head.
I pull my shirt off and bite back a smile when her nostrils flare. We’d been in such a hurry earlier today that neither of us was able to appreciate each other’s bodies. Knowing she’s just as mesmerized by mine as I am by hers is such a relief.
The bathroom fills with steam as I strip out of the rest of my clothes. Her eyes widen when they land on my cock.
“You’re pierced,” she utters, shock in her words. “How? When?”
I snigger as I grab her hand. “You don’t want to know, Officer Do-Good. Probably wasn’t legal.”
“Who would pierce a teen—”
Her words fade away as I kiss her supple lips. “Don’t worry about it, babe. It’s done.”
I pull us under the hot spray of her shower. Water sluices over our bodies as I hug her to me. Our naked skin on skin feels incredible. She pulls slightly back to look up at me with hooded eyes. Need flickers in her gaze, but I ignore it for now in favor of bathing her.
“Put your hair under the water,” I instruct. “Let me take care of you.”
She obeys and gets her hair wet. Once it’s soaked through, I dump a glob of shampoo that smells like her onto the top of her head. A soft groan escapes her when I start massaging it into her hair and scalp.
My dick certainly can’t ignore that sound.
I gently tug on the strands of her hair, indicating for her to tilt her head back so I can rinse out the suds. Her eyes close and a contented sigh rushes past her lips. Smiling, I continue to bathe her, taking special care to add conditioner to her hair and then to soap her down from head to toe.
I’m about to quickly wash myself, but she takes over, running a bar of soap over my chest. Our eyes meet as she soaps my body. I grunt when she avoids my dick that’s aching for her touch.
“You’re a good man,” she murmurs, eyes watering again. “I don’t deserve to have this—you.”
I scoff. “Zip it.”
A smile curls her lips up. I quickly rinse us both, shut off the water, and grab us towels. After drying our bodies off and running a brush through her hair, we abandon our towels and climb into her bed naked. She sighs happily when I lie flat on my back and pull her against my side.
“Tell me what happened. All of it.”
I sit quietly as she explains the call from Trevor, his behavior when she arrived, seeing Lenny’s murdered body, and then the relentless grilling from her superior. By the time she finishes, she’s trembling.
“I’m so scared for Trevor,” she whispers. “He’s mixed up with bad people and now the cops are looking for him. I just want to fix it all, but I don’t know how.”
“I know you do,” I say, running my fingers up and down her arm. “You’re doing the best you can.”
She tilts her head up, her hot breath tickling over my face. I twist so I can meet her lips with mine. At first, she kisses me softly but then, like earlier, she claws at me, tugging on my shoulders. I roll over until I’m on top of her, caging her in between my elbows.
“I need you.” Her legs tighten around my hips. “Please.”
“I didn’t bring a condom. I was planning to just take care of you.”
“Making love to me is taking care of me.”
“Babe…”
She tilts her hips as she attempts to rub her pussy along my shaft. “I screwed up earlier. I said a bunch of crap I didn’t mean. We can go without the condom. Please, Dempsey.”