Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 108563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
It’s after two in the morning, and at this point, I think my eyeballs are literally falling out of my head, but for whatever reason, the sweet peace of sleep just won’t come. Maybe it’s because I foolishly gave Shadow the code to get into my home, though I don’t anticipate her actually using it. She could easily break in if she wanted to. Same goes for Reaper actually, and judging from tonight’s conversation, I wouldn’t be surprised if he were hiding out somewhere in the bushes outside. Yet the thought of him being close by no longer terrifies me.
I think I like it. The idea of Reaper stalking me is kind of a turn-on. He’s incredible, the absolute best in the business. He spent years perfecting his skills, and for whatever reason, I’m the person who intrigues him. If he just wanted to get his dick wet, he could walk into any bar and take his pick, but he likes me.
Okay, maybe like is a strong word for it, but he’s certainly intrigued, and that excites me in a way I could have never imagined. I like his eyes on me, like the way his knee brushed mine under the table, but when we stood outside that restaurant before seeing Shadow and he slid his hand down my body and cupped my pussy . . . fuck! I was ruined.
The thought of it has me squirming beneath the blankets, and the next thing I know, my eyes are closed as my hand skims under the sheets and down between my thighs. I push my fingers inside the waistband of my sleep shorts, diving down to the apex of my thighs as my back arches off the mattress.
Fuck. Reaper has ruined me.
My fingers brush over my needy clit, and just as I begin to visualize the way that Reaper would so easily destroy me between the sheets, a subtle creak sounds deeper within my villa.
My hand rips out of my pajama shorts and within the blink of an eye, I’m on my feet, a blade in one hand and my phone in the other, bringing up my surveillance feed. A quick check of the outdoor area comes up empty but as I check the inside feed, my heart starts to race for a whole new reason.
Reaper stands right in the center of my kitchen, leaning against the counter as though he hasn’t got a care in the world. One foot is kicked over the other, his arms crossed over his wide chest as he stares directly into the camera.
Shit.
I don’t bother dressing, but I don’t release my hold on the blade either before trudging out into the hallway in nothing but my sleep shorts, a black cami, and a deep unfulfilled need throbbing in my core.
Making my way out to the kitchen and living area, I prop my shoulder against the wall and glare at Reaper, seeing him perfectly despite the darkness, and I can’t help but be grateful for the fact he’s chosen the brightest area in the villa to stand. He wasn’t trying to scare me, hence why he took up space right in front of my kitchen camera. He simply wanted to draw me out.
He’s just as huge and imposing as he’s always been, but now when I look at him, I don’t feel that same fear I got that very first time. He doesn’t scare me anymore, and that’s on me. I should fear him. I should be running in the opposite direction. Instead, all I want is to tear every article of clothing off him and have my wicked way with him.
God, what I wouldn’t give to strip him bare and lick him from head to toe, to taste every inch of him, to please and satisfy him.
Instead of attacking him with my tongue, I lift a brow and feign indifference. “Is there a reason your big ass body is currently invading my kitchen?”
Reaper stares at me, and those usually lethal eyes somehow seem a little . . . softer now. Goosebumps spread across my body, and when he pushes off the edge of the counter and moves toward me, my heart races in a way I’ve never experienced before. “We never finished our conversation,” he rumbles in that deep tone, sending my world into a complete tailspin.
A stupid smirk rests on my lips, and with every slow step he takes toward me, the excitement grows. “And what conversation would that be?”
There’s a teasing hint in my tone, and judging by the way his dark eyes flash with hunger, he knows that I’m fully aware of what he’s talking about. He needs his chance to prove that he’s man enough to make me beg, but I’m not just going to hand it to him; I’m going to make him work for it.