Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 92474 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92474 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
He’d thought she would be scared of him, that she might try to hide from him. He hadn’t expected that she’d throw herself at him, that she’d shake in his arms and tell him she was worried.
And he definitely hadn’t expected her to stomp off, mad at him.
“You thought she’d be scared of you, huh?” Maxim guessed.
He rubbed his chest even though it didn’t hurt.
“Vic, you miscalculated how much that girl loves you. She adores you. All she wanted was to know you were safe, yet you sent her home without even checking in with her. Can you blame her for being mad?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen her mad.” And definitely not at him. It was a shock. And a turn-on.
Hell.
He needed to shower. He had to take care of the hard-on riding him. But mostly, he needed to make things up to his girl.
Because he didn’t want her upset at him.
“I’ve got to go.”
“Practice getting down on your knees,” Maxim called out unhelpfully.
What he didn’t know was that Victor would gladly spend his life on his knees if it meant he had her.
20
Argh.
Had she really just done that? Whacked him in the chest, then stormed off?
Idiot. How old was she?
But it had just become too much. Her feelings had rapidly morphed from fear to blinding anger.
She stood in the shower, letting the water beat down on her. It wasn’t hot enough, though. She was trembling, shaking with cold.
She turned the heat up.
Steam rose in the shower cubicle as tears trickled down her face. She was being stupid.
The door to the shower suddenly opened and she yelped, nearly slipping. Victor quickly grabbed hold of her. Then to her shock, he stepped into the shower in his clothes.
“Victor, what are you doing?”
Without a word, he slid onto his knees and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her tummy.
With a sigh, the last remnants of her anger fled. She ran her fingers through his dark hair.
She stood there for a long moment, then realized his clothes were all wet. Not to mention his knees had to be getting sore.
“Victor, stand up.”
He leaned back to look up at her, wiping water off his face. She quickly turned the shower head away.
“I’m so sorry, baby. I made a mistake.”
“Yeah, you did.” She stared down at him solemnly. “I thought something was wrong. Maxim kept saying you were all right, but I just needed to know. Just to see you for a moment, and instead, you sent me home like an errant child.”
“I’m so sorry, baby. You’re right. I thought . . .” He shook his head. “I thought witnessing what I did to those guys would make you see me in a different light. I’m not a good man. I’m a violent man. I’ve done bad things and you’re everything good in this world. I don’t even deserve to touch you. Not with these hands.”
He stared down at his hands in disgust. She placed her hands over his. Then she drew each one up to her mouth so she could kiss them. “You shut up, Victor Malone.”
He gaped up at her.
“You are not a bad man, and I won’t stand for such crap. I’ve told you before, I see the real you. Sure, some things you do aren’t what everyone would agree with. But those assholes tonight were the bad guys. You saw their rap sheets. You took care of them. For me and everyone else, so we could all feel safe. And you did it despite knowing how it would affect you. And I know it does. Victor, I’m never turning away from you. Not ever.”
He nuzzled her stomach. “I love you, baby.”
“I love you too.”
He ran his hands up her thighs, she saw that the knuckles were swollen and red, but the skin hadn’t broken.
“Are you sure you want me touching you? Want these hands on you?” he whispered.
“I want nothing more. Make love to me, Victor. Please.”
“I need to taste you. Lean back.”
She rested back against the tile, moaning as he placed one leg over his shoulder and then spread her lips. He ate at her like he was starving. His tongue ran over her folds, swirling around her clit before he ran it over her entrance. All too soon, she was breathing heavily, her low moans filling the shower.
“Victor, stop. Stop.”
He pulled back, looking up at her quizzically. “What’s wrong?”
“I want you inside me tonight.”
“You sure, baby?”
Sure? It was beyond time. She thought she’d been patient enough.
“Yes. God, yes. Please.”
“All right. But I need to get you ready first. So, you’re going to come for me while I eat you out. Then we’ll finish showering and move to the bed.”
Well, all right then.
He dove back between her thighs, using his tongue, lips, and teeth to drive her up into a spectacular orgasm. He licked at her clit with his tongue, his fingers toying with her nipples as the orgasm rocked her. Then he drew her down with him, settling her on his lap he held her firmly through the aftershocks. She reached for his shirt, undoing it with fingers that shook. She then lay kisses on his chest.