Total pages in book: 179
Estimated words: 173733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 869(@200wpm)___ 695(@250wpm)___ 579(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 173733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 869(@200wpm)___ 695(@250wpm)___ 579(@300wpm)
“But it could be-”
He kisses me, a deep thrust of tongue while managing to unhook my bra and cup my breast. I moan as he pinches my nipple. “I don’t care right now,” he murmurs, before kneeling and linking his fingers in the silk strings at my hips to drag my panties down. “Step.”
I obediently do as he says, and then his hands are on my hips, his breath warm on my belly moments before he licks my clit. I bite my lips and reach for his hair, but his damn phone rings again. “Reese.”
He stands up and grabs his phone from his pocket and without looking at it, he tosses it across the room. He shoves his pants and underwear down and then he’s pulling me close, rotating us. He sits down and pulls me on top of him. His erection presses to my stomach and my hand covers it. He drags my mouth to his. “This, I care about. This is what I need. You, Cat.” He kisses me, a deep drugging kiss, lifting me somewhere in the middle of it until I’m sliding down the hard, so very hard, length of him, and he’s stretching me, filling me. I take all of him and there is no lingering or holding back in either of us. It’s like a band breaks, and we are wild.
We move together, rocking together, touching each other. His hands are rough in that way I like them rough, his hand cupping my breast, pinching my nipples, plucking at them. Mine are on his arms, his chest. My teeth scrape his shoulder, my lips reaching for his lips again. He catches my hair and holds my mouth a breath from his. “I need you to go to the ranch.”
“What? How can you think of that right now?”
“I need you to do this.” He kisses me and his fingers slide down my butt and press inside me, filling me from both directions. “Reese,” I breathe out, but he’s rocking us, and sensations are rocking me. I can’t breathe for how much I need him right now. I can’t think for the way he’s everywhere and yet I want more. He kisses me desperately, drinking me in, and I am just as desperate and I’m not sure if I’m moving or he’s moving me but his fingers and his cock, and oh God. I’m right there. I’m so right there and I tumble into orgasm. I quake, trembling and incapable of anything but feeling the ripple of pure pleasure overtake my body. Reese’s grip on my back firms and his fingers slip from inside me, setting on my backside and he shudders into release. And then we’re both collapsing, him into the cushion, the hard muscles of his body easing while I melt into him.
His phone rings somewhere in the distance and still, he ignores it. He rolls me to my side, and follows, reaching for the tissue, but he doesn’t let me go. He pulls out and then wraps his leg around mine, his hand settling on my hip. “I need to know you’re safe.”
“I need to know you’re safe. We have men protecting me and I’m a control freak. I will worry constantly, but I – I don’t want to affect your trial. I’ll go if Royce says that I need to go.”
“Promise me.”
“Yes. I promise, but—” I look away with a thought I don’t even want to vocalize.
He cups my face and pulls my gaze to his. “But what, Cat?”
“If she goes public and I’m gone, everyone will assume you cheated and I left. I don’t think that’s good for your reputation.”
“I’m not worried about my reputation, but I’m worried about you and us. But you’re right. It would look bad and you have to endure that when you come back.”
My hand goes to his cheek. “We’re better together.”
“We are better together. You’re right, but it’s my instinct to get you to shelter.”
“You’re my shelter. My safe place. Don’t take that from me.” I kiss him and his phone rings again.
He groans. “I better answer the damn thing.” He stands up and in all his naked, hard perfection, he walks across the room and picks up his phone, and eyes the number, his brow furrowing. “Dana. What’s happening?” He listens a minute while I pull on my bra and panties. “Yes,” he says to something. “I’ll have a car bring you here.” He disconnects and looks at me. “She wants to talk.” He eyes his caller ID. “She called four times total, one of which I don’t remember because I was distracted by better things.”
“Any idea what it’s about?”
He crosses and sets his phone on the table, pulling on his underwear and pants. “No, and as you know, no attorney wants that kind of call in the middle of a trial.”