Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 96129 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96129 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
“Maybe,” I said. A small smile lifted one corner of his lips, but it’s fleeting, immediately covered by a frown. “And I don’t suddenly want to be with you, Dominic. I just suddenly realized that it didn’t matter what my boyfriend did for a living. Danger could find me no matter what.”
“That’s not true.” He frowned, a new wave of sadness clouding his face. “That’s not true and you know it.”
I sighed. “Is that why you were trying to let me go?”
“It’s the right thing to do.”
“So why are you here?”
“Because I don’t know how to do the right thing.” He shut his eyes, taking a breath. “I don’t know how to let you go.”
I sighed. He was really starting to piss me off, but I knew his dilemma wouldn’t be resolved with a simple conversation, so I decided to set it aside for now. Instead, I brought a hand up to his face. He watched me as I ran my fingers over his jaw, his cheek, and shut his eyes when I sank them into his hair. He set a hand on my waist and made a sound in the back of his throat that made my stomach flip. I ran my fingers through his hair again. “It’s gotten long.”
“You said you liked it long.”
“It doesn’t matter how I like it. We’ve already established that we’re no longer together.”
His eyes popped open, grip tightening on my waist. “Rosie.”
“What? You just said you were trying to do the right thing.”
“I also said I don’t know how to do the right thing.”
“Right, well, we both know that the only reason you’re here is because you’re jealous.” I tightened my grip on his hair. “Because you don’t want me, but you also don’t want anyone else to have me.”
“That’s not true, Rosie.” He sighed. I pulled his hair harder, hoping he’d confess that he was lying. He hissed, eyes darkening. “Careful, baby. We’re half naked in bed together and I’ve been going crazy without your mouth, your body, your pussy. I’ll get the wrong idea and pounce.”
My heart skipped about three beats. I let go of his hair and got up on my knees again, pulling the oversized Boston Bruins t-shirt I was wearing over my head. Dominic’s eyes stayed on mine, as if he was afraid that any move he made would be the wrong one. I wondered if he’d ever felt this way in his life with a woman and concluded that it was highly doubtful. The thought made me smile as I stood up on the bed, still holding his gaze as I brought my hands to my breasts and cupped them. I pulled my nipples between my fingers, and he shifted beneath me, looking up at me through hooded eyes and biting down on his lower lip, as if it was taking everything for him not to reach out to me. It was all the fuel I needed. I ran my hands down my torso, up to my boy shorts. I turned around, facing the bathroom. With the door wide open, I had a clear view of myself, a clear view of him behind me, on the small mirror above the sink. I reached for my boy shorts again, toying with the elastic for a moment before bending slowly. He inhaled sharply behind me.
“God, baby.” He sat up on his knees, taking and letting out a ragged breath, eyes burning as he took me in.
“I guess it’s safe to say this is turning you on.” I smirked over my shoulder, gaze falling on the huge tent in his boxers for a second.
His gaze burned into me. “Everything you do turns me on.”
The sight of his hard, thick dick made my knees weaken, but I was determined to continue my strip tease. I brought the boy shorts slowly down my legs, watching him as he gripped himself over his briefs and started stroking slowly as he watched. With my underwear in one hand, I widened my stance and threw it at him as I bent over and brought my hands to the mattress. It hit him in the chest, but he didn’t even seem to register it, as entranced with my movements as he was.
“Rosie.” His voice was a strained rumble.
I stood up slowly and turned around, taking the three steps necessary to get to him. He was still stroking, still looking up at me like I was the only thing worth looking at, and I was determined to show him that this would be the last time he’d see me like this, if he didn’t get his shit together. I set my hands on his broad shoulders and pushed him back gently. He didn’t even bother putting up a fight. He fell onto his back. His arms wrapped around me, and he brought me down with him. I sat up quickly, straddling him, and his hands instantly went to my hips.