Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 144571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 723(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 482(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 723(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 482(@300wpm)
Which was exactly what the fucker meant when he’d said she couldn’t shut it off. She would never get the quiet she thought she wanted. Her heart wasn’t something she could cut out and throw away. Her love for him would always be there, the delicate part she protected because it made her who she was.
Was she lying to herself? Trying to take some easy way out because heartache was too much for her fragile fucking soul to handle?
“Baby, ask the important questions later. Focus on the task at hand. Please,” he said with a low growl.
The man did know her. When she thought about it, he knew her better than anyone. She lowered her body down until she was right where she needed to be. Her skin felt electric. She didn’t have to decide. She could have this night and many more. They could explore. They could have fun.
She could give herself the time she needed to trust again. Not in him but in herself.
She licked the head of his cock. “I’m not sweet.”
His hand came out, running along her hair like she was something precious. “You can be.”
Delusional man. “I’m difficult.”
His eyes closed as she sucked his head inside her mouth. “I like difficult. I like a challenge. I don’t want a sheep, Kala.”
She gently dragged her teeth over the delicate skin, making him hiss. “I’m possessive.”
“So I have seen, baby,” he replied.
“I might be a little on the vengeful side.” She used her free hand to cup his balls. She liked the way they felt. The way he smelled. Masculine and clean and extremely aroused. For her.
“As Jimmy Roads probably still understands,” he said between clenched teeth.
“Am I doing this right?” She wasn’t sure. She’d seen some porn and listened to her sisters talk about the act since they had never once been taught shame, and that had been a mistake her parents made. But she hadn’t done it herself. “Also, it might have been more than Jimmy.”
“Fuck,” he cursed as she licked him again. “You’re doing it perfectly, and I’m going to die soon if you don’t take me inside. Your mouth is going to feel so good, baby. Not as good as that sweet pussy of yours but almost. Put that tongue on me. Use your teeth, you gorgeous predator. I’ll love all of it.”
She settled in and let all those voices flow out of her head because he was more important. He needed her. Wanted her. So it was easier to shut off the negative flow that seemed to always fill her brain and concentrate on what mattered.
Her body never faltered. Her body always wanted him. Her body didn’t ask why, simply knew its mate and craved him.
It was enough for now.
She lowered her mouth down, sucking him deep and tasting his salty essence on her tongue. She rolled his balls in her hand and fucked him with her mouth until his fingers tightened on her hair.
“I’m going to come, baby,” he warned. “I’d rather you were riding me when I do it.”
She gave him one last lick and sat up.
She wanted something else tonight. Now that she’d said it out loud, gone through all the logical twists of the situation she’d been in that night, she wanted more.
By the light of the fire, she pulled her T-shirt over her head, exposing her breasts. She stood and eased out of her pajama bottoms, taking her undies with her and kicking off her shoes.
He shoved his pants down further and got ready for her to straddle him.
Instead, she held out a hand.
“Kala?”
“Come with me. I made a bed for us,” she offered.
He scrambled to his feet, shucking his clothes before taking her hand and letting her lead him to the tent. They would put out the fire later, but for now it gave the tent a gauzy, fantastical lighting.
Like they were in a faery forest and he was the man of her dreams, the one who didn’t want the princess. The dumb one who fell for the assassin.
Her reading was one of the only girly things about her. Or maybe it was time to throw out all those gender norms because they meant nothing. Her reading was part of her, like her writing had been. It was part of who she was, pieces that made a whole.
He was the biggest piece. The one that had been missing for so long.
“Let me lie down, baby,” he offered. It was a tight space, and she was sure he was trying to make things easy on her.
She went first and laid her body on the bed she’d created, her head on the pillow, looking up at the most gorgeous man in the world as he stared down at her. Vulnerable. She was so vulnerable, and it was okay this time.