Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 93575 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93575 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
The clever mind Mila possessed zeroed in on that fact instantly.
“You are pretty smart,” I said quietly.
She smiled. “I see things differently.”
“I like how you see things. I like how you see me. I was afraid that would change once you knew the truth.”
She scoffed. “I can deal with you being bipolar. Your condition doesn’t define you. That your agent, the person who should have your back and protect you, can’t do that speaks volumes.”
Once again, this woman rendered me speechless.
I stood and bent over her, kissing her. I hauled her to her feet, holding her close as I ravished her mouth.
“What was that for?” she asked.
“Because I can.”
She beamed up at me. “Yes. Yes, you can. Anytime you want.”
“Good.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
NICHOLAS
“Can I stay?” I asked against her mouth. Her sweet, addictive mouth. The only thing I wanted to be addicted to in this life.
She moaned softly, wrapping her arms tighter around my neck. “Nick,” she whispered.
“I just don’t want to be alone. Let me hold you.” I buried my face in her neck, breathing her in. “Please.”
“Yes,” she replied.
I carried her to the bedroom, setting her on her feet. “You, ah, need to do your thing?” I indicated the bathroom.
She laughed, the sound sweet and warm. “I’m pretty simple. I have an extra toothbrush,” she offered. I followed her into the room, taking it, surprised when she indicated the second sink. It felt oddly right, brushing our teeth side by side. I watched her wash her face, strangely fascinated by the way she smoothed lotion onto her face and then her hands and arms. I used the other washroom down the hall to give her some privacy, and I stripped off my shirt and jeans, leaving on my boxers. I hoped that wouldn’t make her uncomfortable, but she was surprisingly relaxed as I slipped into bed beside her. After she turned off the light, I pulled her into my arms and lay back with her head on my chest. I stroked through her hair, smiling as she sighed in pleasure.
“That feels so nice.”
“You have such beautiful hair.”
She hummed and lifted her head, meeting my eyes in the dim light spilling in from the hall.
“Thank you. I’m glad you think so.”
“You are so beautiful, Mila. Inside and out.”
“I think the same way about you.”
I smiled, cupping her cheek. “God, I adore you.”
She looked shocked. “I don’t think anyone outside my family has ever adored me.”
“Then I’m glad I’m your first.” I pulled her closer and kissed her.
I only meant to show her my adoration. Let her feel my emotions. But as soon as our lips touched, it was as if a match had been lit. The fire grew from a small flame to an inferno instantly. The instant our mouths connected, it felt as if our souls did as well. I didn’t care how over the top that sounded. I felt it.
I pulled her tight, devouring her. She returned my desire with a passion that both shocked and delighted me. In seconds, I was over her, our bodies aligned. She wore a set of shorts and a tank top, the thin material not hiding the way her nipples hardened and rubbed on my bare chest. She dug her fingers into my skin, trailing them up and down my back in long, sensuous passes. She made the most erotic little noises in her throat. She tangled her legs with mine, her skin like silk against my coarser texture. I groaned at the feeling of her wrapped around me. I kissed her harder. Deeper. I sat up, dragging her tank over her head and going back to her mouth immediately. I cupped her breasts, the feel of them full and heavy in my hands, and she whimpered as I stroked her nipples, then lowered my head and took one in my mouth.
She gasped, bucking against me, and it took all I had not to push her back and strip her completely bare. Bury myself in her.
But she deserved so much more.
I gentled my mouth, laying her back and stretching out beside her. I kept kissing her, caressing her, but I refused to take her tonight. Not this way.
She opened her eyes, frowning. “You’re stopping.”
“Just for now. I have an early call time, and once I’ve had you, Mila, I won’t want to leave you that quickly. It will take hours for me to get my fill of you.”
“Oh,” she breathed out.
What I said was true, but still, I couldn’t resist her. I trailed a finger down her sternum. “Are you achy, baby? Do you need me to ease that ache so you can sleep?”
She bit her lip and nodded.
“Tell me what you want.”
“Touch me.”
“Yes,” I groaned. I covered her mouth with mine and gave her exactly what she wanted.
Twice.
MILA
It was still dark when Nick slipped out of bed. He bent and kissed my temple. “I’ll see you on set. Come find me.” His voice was full of laughter. “Bring me coffee, Shortcake.”