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)
Once I’m inside the elevator, I stand close to the doors, eager to get to Reese, for about a hundred reasons. Mostly, because every time I think of our phone call I think of his doubt. He has done so much to clear our path. I need to run down it and to him. I arrive on his floor and I don’t check with the receptionist. She tries to stop me when Maria appears in the lobby.
“Oh thank God,” she says. “He’s a bear without you.”
“Is he here?”
“Yes,” she says walking with me toward her desk and motioning to his closed door. “Go in. He’s alone.”
“Thanks Maria.”
I hurry to the door and pause with my hand on the knob.
“Don’t doubt that he loves you,” Maria says. “I promise. He does.”
I look over my shoulder at her. “Thank you.”
I face forward again and open the door, stepping inside and shutting it to lean against it. Reese is sitting at his desk, and he’s still gorgeous. He still consumes a room and me with it. He stands up. “Cat.”
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
Neither of us take a step. “You can’t sign with my family.”
“I already did, about fifteen minutes ago.”
“Gabe said Friday.”
“Gabe was wrong.”
“You don’t do things like they do.”
“They’re reputable, Cat. They weren’t involved in this mess. Just your uncle as you told me in your column.”
“What does this do for you or to you?”
“I’m only offering aid and consultation. That’s all. But I’ve ensured your family will not lash out at me to get to you.”
“You sure you’re okay with this?”
“Yes. Are you okay with it? That’s the question and you’re not moving. You’re way over there and I’m way over here.”
“I know.”
“Why?”
“I need to know this doesn’t mean you’re going to align with them not me.”
“I still don’t like them. I’m tolerating them because that’s what a man does for his woman. Are you still my woman?”
“Yes. Is all of this still in play in some way? Because you’re still over there and I’m over here. Do I have to leave?”
“Why the hell would you leave? I was about to go get you.” He starts to move and I do, too, and we all but collide in the center of the room in an embrace. “I missed you,” I say. “I—”
“I missed you, too, sweetheart.” His mouth crashes down on mine and that’s all it takes. We are all over each other, so hungry for us, that we can’t get enough. I barely remember how the skirt of my dress ends up at my waist or how his pants get unzipped. Suddenly it just is and he’s sitting on the couch in the corner, with me on top of him, him pressing inside me, filling me. I sink down on his cock, and when I have all of him, we just sit there, connected. Together.
“Let’s make a pact,” Reese says, tangling fingers into my hair, and dragging my mouth to his. “We don’t ever separate again. Ever, Cat.”
“Never again,” I agree, and he kisses me and we’re wild all over again, and slow again, watching each other, just savoring each other. Neither of us wants it to end but it does. Another burning need to just feel more and more of each other, sends us over the edge, until we peak and crash into one other. We lay there a full minute before I realize where we are. “We’re half naked in your office.”
He laughs and says, “Best day I’ve had in this office.”
I press on his shoulders and sit up. “I should get off now.”
“Yes. You should. So that I can take you home. Our home, Cat.”
“I want to come home. It is home. You are home.”
Thirty minutes later, we walk into his apartment and I swear I can breathe again but just when I think I might run through the whole damn place, Reese scoops me up. “I can walk,” I say. “And I promise only to run to the bedroom.”
“It’s more romantic if I do it.”
“Romantic,” I say. “I taught you manners and romance. I love it.”
“I hope you do.”
“Now you’re talking in secret code.”
He enters the bedroom and walks to the chair, our chair, and sets me down. “I missed this chair,” I say. “Good. Don’t move and don’t look.” He walks away and I’m dying. I almost turn. I might have to turn. Okay I won’t turn because he’s now covering my eyes.
“Is that one of your ties?”
“It is. I have a surprise.” He knots the cloth at the back of my head and places my arms on the sides of the chair. “Leave them here.”
I do as he says and he adds, “Don’t move them, Cat.”
Heat rushes through me and my heart starts to race. “I’ve actually never let anyone cover my eyes.”
I feel him settle in front of me. “I plan to be the first of many things,” he says, his hands sliding up my legs, inching my skirt up my hips. “I’d undress you but I’m too impatient. Remember. Don’t move your hands.”