Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 132582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
His statement, though true, infuriates me. I sit up and face him, frowning. “How can you say something like that?” I shout, and he stares at me, unflinching. “I came to this world with no clue what was going on or what I was doing! I’ve been getting attacked constantly, Caz! I’ve been called names that I never thought I’d hear, and a man almost raped me!”
“I stopped him,” Caz counters.
“Yeah, when it was almost too late!” I’m battling tears again. “I called for you—I kept calling for you, but you didn’t say anything back, and I thought…” I bite hard into my bottom lip, so hard I think it’ll bleed. “I thought you wouldn’t come. I thought you’d left.”
Caz’s brows dip and his head goes into a slight tilt, but I don’t look any longer to find out what else he does. Instead, I draw my legs to my chest and place my forehead on my knees. “I just want to go home.”
“That’s the second time you’ve said something like that.”
“Like what?” I mutter.
“That you thought I’d left you. You said this before when we were in Whisper Grove for the night. Why do you think I will abandon you in your times of need?”
“Because you hate me!” I shout, glaring at him, and his eyes widen. He’s slack-jawed. “Ever since I’ve gotten here, you’ve made it very clear that you don’t want me around. And I don’t want to be! I didn’t ask for any of this!” I drop my legs and realize I sound like a whiny little girl with my next statement, but I say it again— “I just want to go home.”
Caz climbs off the bed, walking around to the bottom of it. “You think I hate you?”
“Don’t you?” The question comes out snarky. I don’t mean for it to, but at this point, I’m tired and in pain and I don’t want to talk anymore. He won’t answer anyway. He’s too fucking stubborn. He may as well just leave the damn room.
He marches around the bed and stops when he’s next to me, his knees hitting the edge of the mattress.
“Just go, Caz. No one’s forcing you to stay and look after me. I can take care of myself.”
I rest my back against the headboard, lowering my gaze, and when I do, he bends down and brings a hand to the back of my neck.
I look up into his crystal eyes, and a surge of energy hums through me as his lips fall down on mine. It takes me a moment to digest what’s happening, but not long because the energy is so potent, so powerful that I moan into his mouth. He’s kissing me.
A coolness courses through my veins, like tiny ice chips have been pumped into my bloodstream, and Caz buries his fingers into the hair at the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss and groaning. I’m not sure what to do with my hands, but I kiss him back just as deeply, just as passionately. He tastes like he’s just eaten fruit, crisp and tangy.
With a groan, he climbs on the bed to mount me, cupping my face in his hands, and I lace my legs around his waist. I feel him growing hard as he grinds his dick between my thighs, and this kiss…it’s incredible. If there were meant to be fireworks going off for the best kisses, they’d be loud and booming for ours right now.
Heart beating harder, I curl my fingers into his silky hair, and he releases a guttural noise, like what I’ve done hurts him but feels good all the same. Our lips part, then connect. When they part again, I run my tongue over his bottom lip, and he hisses.
“Fuck, Willow,” he rumbles.
His voice sets me on fire. He dives in again, losing himself in my touch, my lips. His body becomes rigid, his dick harder, rubbing against me. It skims over my pussy, and I whimper, aching. I can’t help myself when I reach down to grip him.
He breaks the kiss, hissing again, and we take a moment to study each other’s faces. There’s a confused expression on his.
“Am I hurting you?” I whisper.
He studies my eyes, then shakes his head. “No.” Then he coaxes my lips apart again and lightly wraps a hand around my throat. I thread my fingers through his thick hair, giving it a tug, and a strained noise fills the base of his throat. His dick strains in his jeans, skimming the fabric on my clit. I clench for him. Damn my panties. I want our clothes off. I want him inside me. God, why do I want him so much? I know he wants me too. I can hear him.
She tastes so good. Fuck, I don’t know if I can do this. Her hands… I’m so fucking hard. How is she doing this to me?