Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
For the first time in a long time, I feel seen by someone. I peek over at Carson, who’s rooting through his closet for some clothes. He wants to do some more investigating at Mrs. Farrol’s place, especially now that we have a possible suspect in mind. I’m sitting on his bed, a tad disappointed we didn’t get to use it. Maybe when we get back. Maybe … maybe this doesn’t have to end once we find Fitzy, after all.
Can he really believe that I'm his kind of perfect? We come from two different worlds. He is not only a fancy retired FBI agent, but he’s also wealthy. I’m just me. Nothing special. Except he doesn’t agree with that thought. I’m special to him. And not because I can talk to cats. It’s like that’s just an extra part of me that he’s cool with, but he doesn’t treat it like a parlor trick. I keep probing and prodding into my thoughts about him, about the way he treats me, and the more I do, the deeper I fall.
I’m still staring at him when his phone chirps. “Damn, she got my message and already has her private plane fueling up at the airport.”
“Mrs. Farrol?” I blink out of my fog. “But we haven’t even followed up yet.”
“She’s on fire, if the quickness of her texts are any indicator. Yeah, says Sorcha owns a chateau just outside Paris.” His phone chirps again. “Jeez, she’s already on her way to the airport. We have to meet her. She’s certain it’s this woman.” He shakes his head, chagrin in his eyes. “I would’ve liked to run down the lead a bit more.”
Of course, because he’s thorough. And, I fear, totally perfect for me. In every way. I can’t stop looking at him and thinking about what all this could be leading to. My heart thumps against my ribs.
As if he feels my eyes on him, he glances my way, busting me watching him. He winks at me. Like a virginal dork, I blush, ducking my head to make my hair hide my reaction. Well, I guess I should say ex-virgin.
“Baby.” Carson's hand comes to my chin, guiding me to tip my head back to meet his eyes. He towers over me. The man is easily twice my size. It should scare me, but it only turns me on and makes me feel safe.
“Yeah?” I lick my lips. They are still tender from all his kisses, and I love it.
“We good?”
“Yeah,” I repeat.
“I’m getting better at reading you.”
“I really am good. Too good.” I admit. “It can be scary.” Carson drops down in front of me. “I know. It’s fine really. I don’t need another pep talk.” I’m starting to come off needy. Why can’t I play it cool?
“Don’t give a shit how many pep talks I have to give you, but I’ll do as many as I have to until you get it. Until I chase away all those doubts other people have filled your mind with about you.”
“Carson.” I whisper his name. If I wasn’t in love before, now I really am. He is right; people have filled my head with things over the years. Made me doubt myself because I’m different from them.
“People fear what they don’t understand. And fear makes people do fucked-up and often cruel shit.” Is that why I was always forced to sit alone at lunch and got snide remarks from the other girls? People feared me? I believed it was because people found me to be strange. “You have a gift, May.” He leans in, his mouth brushing mine. “You are a fucking gift. My gift.” I’m not gonna make it if he keeps saying these sorts of things to me. My heart feels as though it's going to explode with happiness.
Carson presses his mouth to mine in a hard, claiming kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him right back. He kisses me with a passion I never knew I needed. It has lit a fire deep inside of me, burning away doubts and healing parts of me.
I’m so lost in his kiss that I don’t realize he’s pulling at my pants, taking them and my panties right off. It all happened so fast. Before I know it, he is pulling me off the bed, his cock sliding right into me as I straddle his thighs, my body ready for him. I gasp against his mouth, loving the way he feels inside of me.
I’m a little surprised that we’re both ready again. It hasn’t even been an hour since the last time we had our hands all over each other. It makes me wonder if attraction and sex are like this for everyone.
“Fuck,” Carson groans. He keeps his hold on my hips, bouncing me up and down. I grip his shoulders, letting myself simply feel him. He moves me like I’m some light little doll instead of a full-grown woman. Carson just takes over. “That’s it, baby, just feel me. Let me make you feel good.”