Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 108342 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 542(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108342 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 542(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
She finally drove away from the crowd. Nothing was said for quite some time. The way she’d rehearsed this reunion in her mind was nothing like how it was unfolding. Bryan Ferry’s, ‘Don’t Stop The Dance’ drifted from the radio, filling the silence.
She kept her eye on the road as he reached for her hand, offering the welcomed touch of long, calloused fingers… They wrapped their hands together and right then, a pact was made and sealed. He squeezed. She felt him shaking ever so slightly, as well as his heavy, ragged breaths. When she turned to look at him, he was staring out the window.
She smiled, happy tears tracing her cheeks.
My gut is always right. When I ignore it, that’s when I get in trouble. This man stole my entire heart, and he deserves every bit of me. I deserve him, too. I am no longer a homicide detective, or at least that’s what I told myself. Once a detective, always a detective, many say. I think my continuous hunt for the truth, in the recesses of the darkness and shadows, is a compulsion. A never-ending craving. Maybe it’s just who I am, and I can’t be nothing else but me…
She approached a red light and reached for her necklace, turning it to and fro between her fingers. Feeling the smoothness of the lighthouse her lover had crafted just for her, with his own sweat and tears. He made this just for me… Just like her man, for he too had been made and crafted just for her…
Two hours later…
“I figured, you know, since you said you weren’t ready to go home just yet, we could just come here.”
Porsche unlocked the door of her home and stepped in. Nikolai had been fairly quiet the entire ride. He asked that she drive slowly and take him to Fort Allen Park right after they’d left the courthouse. She did so, and once they were there he simply looked out the window, taking in the peaceful sights and tranquility.
Now, here they were. He slipped inside and walked past her into the living room while she closed the door. He placed his bag on the floor and slid his hands into his jeans pockets.
She looked at him for a spell, guarding her words. He stared down at the floor, as if he’d dropped something. The tension wasn’t between the two of them. It came from somewhere else—a dark cloud threatening to rain all over their happy day. He wasn’t the same. He was spiritually unhappy and emotionally exhausted, despite being exonerated. She understood that. He just didn’t know the right words to express this.
“Would you like something to drink?”
He lifted his head slowly—lifted it high, as if renewed passion for life struck him like sudden lightning. A savage fire burned in his eyes. “Yeah.”
“Okay. I’ve got water, wine, beer, and some fruit juice. I think I may have some brewed cans of iced tea, too.”
He blinked slowly. His thick, dark lashes swept over his lower lids before fully opening once again.
“I don’t want any of that.” He seemed almost disgusted that she’d suggest such a thing. “I was talkin’ about drinkin’ you. I have a taste for some pussy punch…”
He powered towards her like a bullet. Before she could register what was happening, she was jerked from her standing position as he pulled her along behind him in the direction of her bedroom. He opened the door, shoved her inside, and slammed it. They were surrounded in darkness. The only bit of light coming from her pink heart shaped night-light that glowed from the open-door bathroom. Heat consumed her as he gathered her in his arms, administering a deliciously punishing ravishment of her mouth. She fell back onto the bed, and for a few seconds, watched him practically attacking himself as he tugged and jerked his clothing off of his body. Beating the fabric with each yank of his fist.
She crawled backwards towards the white quilted headboard, quickly grabbed her iPad, and turned on some music. Kali Uchis’, ‘Moonlight,’ played. She reached for the buttons of her white shirt, her fingers gliding along the slick shell fastens. He eyed her like a thirsty hawk, then stepped out of his pants, kicking them angrily off his feet until they flew across the room. His black boxer briefs soon followed, and he stood there for her viewing pleasure. Her garden pulsed and her mouth watered as she eyed his unyielding erection.
“I need you,” he groaned as he grabbed her ankles, jerking her towards the middle of the bed. “I never want to be away from you that long again.”
He climbed on top of her, and pressed his lips to hers in a needy kiss. Their tongues slipped against one another as he rounded her waist with his strong arms, and squeezed. He pulled away, ever so slightly, and trailed evocative pecks all along her neck and collarbones. Caressing her face and shoulders along the way. She slowly closed her eyes – her body on fire for him. Her mind relived the velvet warmth of his kiss as he trailed further and further. His tongue made a path down to her stomach, until at last, she felt the roughness of his palms spreading her thighs. Her voice caught in her throat at the first silky slip of his tongue along her wet folds. He paused, kissing her fleshy orchard that dripped with nectar, just for him. The warmth of his lips traced all that was she…