Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 111416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Luckily, he managed by the skin of his teeth to stay hard long enough for her to finish by grinding her pussy against him.
They had fallen into an almost daily pattern of one frantic, quick bang and then later, a slow sex marathon.
Exactly what they were doing now.
Keeping it slow and steady. Taking their time to appreciate the view. Appreciate each other. Appreciate the fact they worked well together. Whether in bed or out of it.
He would fucking miss this if either of them were pulled from the assignment. If that happened, it might be best if they were both pulled so they wouldn’t miss out on more of these moments.
Because he needed them. He needed her.
They would both still be eligible to work for the task force, just no longer undercover. And she could stay with him in his place until she sold her condo and found a new one.
Or, hell, if she was willing, she could just move in with him. They were already living together in an official capacity and they hadn’t killed each other yet or even gotten on each other’s nerves, so he knew cohabitation between them could work.
But that was a discussion they hadn’t had yet since they were still waiting for the final word that they were cleared. It should be any day now, but the square, lopsided wheels of government turned way too fucking slowly.
“Look how goddamn beautiful you are when you’re getting fucked.” Pulling both of her nipples, he stretched them as far as he could, then rolled them between his thumb and forefingers.
With a moan, she arched her back and drove his cock deeper into her pussy. That hot, silky cocoon pulsed and her inner muscles clenched and unclenched around his cock, almost driving him to flip her over to take her hard and fast. And continue to do so until they both lost their minds.
But he forced himself to stay where he was and to continue at a lazy pace.
Slipping his hand from her breast up to her throat, he pressed his thumb against her racing pulse for a moment, then collared the base of her neck with his fingers. His hand looked so fucking big curled around her long, slender neck.
Proof one didn’t need to be huge to be strong. This woman was the epitome of strength.
Seeing his hand wrapped around her throat also hammered home the fact she trusted him as much as he trusted her.
Her fingers working her clit sped up to a blur and when she clamped tightly around his cock, he knew she was almost there.
At least she’d come before him this time.
Using his nose to nudge her hair away from her neck, he traced the outer shell of her ear with the tip of his tongue before licking a long line down to that tender spot at the junction of her neck and shoulder.
“You’re mine, Nova.”
Even though her eyes were hooded, she kept them open and they both watched him bare his teeth and slowly sink them into the nape of her neck. An exclamation point on his claim.
She cried out, not from pain, but because she was coming.
Now all bets were off.
With an arm draped over her jumping hips, he pinned them down, planted his feet and drove up and into her with as much power as he could muster.
For fuck’s sake, she felt so good, so right. Too damn good. Too damn right.
This woman belonged to him.
Nova was his.
Nobody but his.
Never again would she be anyone else’s.
Not as long as he breathed.
But he belonged to her, too.
She had stolen his heart, body and soul.
She owned every damn piece of him.
Because of that, he’d do his fucking best to give her everything she asked for and accept everything she was willing to give him.
“Nova,” he groaned as he thrust up one more time and grunted, his cock pulsing as it filled the condom.
They’d have to discuss that, too.
Because if things between them kept moving in the direction they were, he wanted nothing between them.
Not a damn thing.
No condom.
No secrets.
Nothing.
True fucking partners with every bit of their life open and shared.
Once he was empty, he dropped his hips and melted into the bed. She remained sprawled boneless on top of him, totally relaxed with a soft satisfied smile curving her lips. She reached back to drag her fingers along his beard and into his hair before cupping the back of his head.
Once their strained breathing no longer filled their ears and the sheen of sweat began to dissipate, he took a chance by asking, “Do you agree?”
No more hiding. No more wondering. It was time to get everything out in the open. It was time to get serious.
“Agree with what?”
He tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear, knowing what he said next would spark a conversation they’d been dancing around. “That you’re mine.”