Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“I’ve never felt the need to possess someone the way I feel the need to own you,” he mutters to me—or to himself—right before his mouth latches on to my breast and he pulls, sucking hard, so hard that I feel it in my core and know I’m going to have his mark on me and be soaking wet before he’s done.
“Levi.” I latch onto his hair. His fingers skate up under my dress, along my inner thigh, slide my panties to the side, and flick over my clit, making my hips jump.
“Wet. Always so damn wet for me,” he says as he runs his nose up my throat, nips my bottom lip, then thrusts his tongue into my mouth as one finger thrusts inside me, sending me to my tiptoes.
“Don’t stop,” I beg as my core starts to throb in beat with his one finger that turns into two. Just like that, with barely a touch from him, I’m already so close to flying over the edge. “Levi,” I mewl in disappointment when his fingers disappear, leaving me on the edge of an orgasm.
“When you come home, I’ll take care of you,” he says, putting his fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean, then taking a step back.
“That’s . . . that . . . that was not nice,” I pant, and he grins a grin I’ve never seen on him before, then ducks his face until we are sharing the same air.
“What’s not nice is knowing my woman looks more beautiful than I’ve ever seen her and she’s going to spend time with another man.”
“I’m not spending time with another man,” I huff as I fix my bra and my dress, completely annoyed with him and his caveman ways. “I’m spending time with my sisters.”
“Is he going to be there?”
“Well, yeah, it’s his showing, but there are going to be lots of men there.” Levi narrows his eyes on me, and then shakes his head as his phone rings.
“Fuck,” he clips, looking at the screen before putting it to his ear. “What’s up?” he asks, and I watch his eyes close briefly. “Finally. All right, I’ll be there,” he says, then hangs up.
“Is it Tamara’s mom?” I ask hopefully.
“Juan,” he says, making me feel worry and relief all in one instant.
“Where is he?”
“You know I can’t tell you that, baby,” he says, stepping toward me and wrapping his arm around my waist. “I don’t know when I’ll be home,” he says quietly. I nod, then lay my head against his chest and wrap my arms around him.
“I’ll be here when you get back,” I say, wanting so badly to tell him I love him.
“Be good and send me a text when you get to and get back from the showing.”
“I will,” I agree, feeling his lips on my hair right before he uses the tips of his fingers to tilt my head back so he can kiss my mouth. “Be safe.”
“Always,” he agrees, taking hold of my face. “You look gorgeous, baby, and you owe me a date where you wear this dress so I can take it off you when we get home.”
“Sir, you owe me a date where you give me a reason to wear this dress.” I smile, and he shakes his head, kissing me once more before letting me go. He heads for the door.
Turning to look at me with his hand on the knob, his eyes scan over me, making me feel light-headed. “I’ll plan something for next weekend,” he says, opening the bedroom door and disappearing without another word, making my heart fill with worry. It’s hard to see him leave for work whenever he has to go. Being a police officer has never been a safe occupation, but with the added tension between the police and the public right now, I worry about him whenever he wears his badge.
“Either Levi’s a five-minute man or you two didn’t have sex,” Libby states, walking into my room and plopping down onto the bed. I roll my eyes at her, then turn and dig through the closet for my ankle-length coat.
“What?” I ask when I turn to find her staring at me with wide eyes.
“You look . . . you look amazing. Holy shit, what have you done to yourself?”
“I didn’t do anything. I just straightened my hair—you’ve seen it like this before,” I say, and she shakes her head.
“No, it’s not the hair . . . it’s you . . . You look . . . you look really happy.”
“I am really happy,” I say softly, and she blinks at me, then widens her eyes.
“You’re in love.”
“How can you tell?”
“You just look happy, happier than I’ve ever seen you. Don’t worry, I doubt anyone else will notice.”
“Notice what?” Mac asks, coming into the room, and I wait to see if she sees the same thing as Libby. “You’re in love,” she states, and I feel my heart beat a little harder.