Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
“Open your eyes.”
She hadn’t realized she’d closed them again, but his deep, husky voice brought her out of her desire-filled haze. She complied, once again meeting his penetrating gaze, and, as she did, he slowed the movements of his lower body until she wanted to cry at the unfairness of his leaving her strung tight and needy.
“I want you to look at me when you come,” he said, his voice raw as he explained the answer to her unasked question.
He cupped her full breast in his hand, kneading the plump flesh for a moment. And then, as if she’d told him exactly what she needed, his thumb and forefinger locked onto her nipple and he began to roll and flick at the tender nub just hard enough to bring sensation to life once more. He pumped his hips in an upward, circular motion, never pausing to release his hand or stop the perfect rhythm he’d created. The waves began in earnest, a steady mounting of desire that encompassed her entire being.
And just as she crested, her eyes locked on his and his climax joined with hers. She came, her body undulating with wave after wave of rapid release. And as she fell, she caught sight of the skyline behind Jake and felt as if she were free-falling over the city. Like her emotions, she was tumbling, body, heart and soul, without a safety net.
* * *
Her breathing was rapid and her body still shook around him, as Jake’s awareness returned. He couldn’t breathe any better than Brianne and his body wasn’t on any more solid ground. Neither was his mind, considering he’d avoided facing reality.
He’d needed to tell her she was in danger but, by the time she’d come home, he’d been so worked up and worried, he couldn’t think let alone form a coherent sentence. One look as she’d walked into the apartment and all he could do was feel. The relief in seeing her unharmed had been so great, he’d needed to release the fear and prove to himself she was alive. He’d done that all right. And though he should sit her down and talk now, he wasn’t ready.
As long as they were inside this secure penthouse, they were safe. And as long as he had some more time before Brianne looked at him with disappointment and distrust in her beautiful eyes, he was damn well going to take it.
He brushed her hair over her shoulder. “You promised me a whirlpool,” he whispered in her ear.
Her soft laughter found a home deep in his heart. “I said if you cooperated I’d consider the whirlpool.”
“And I’ve been a very good boy.” He didn’t add a word about therapy because the time they’d actually spent working on his shoulder had been minimal and he didn’t want her to call him on it just yet. Besides, it hadn’t been intentional, and he would let her do all the physical therapy she wanted on his body. Later. Much, much later. When she had no more desire to be in his bed. He shook off that thought as best he could.
A husky purr escaped her throat. “You are good, I’ll give you that.”
She paused to take a nip on his earlobe, and the desire she created rocked him down to his toes. “So the whirlpool it is?” he asked.
“If I don’t get out of this position I might never straighten my legs out, and those hot water jets sound awfully good right now.” She winced, and he realized how much discomfort she must be in.
He braced his hands on her waist and helped her leverage herself off him and come to a standing position on shaky legs. His body definitely felt the loss, and he intended to make up for it as soon as they hit the whirlpool.
“I can think of many ways to stretch out your legs, and I guarantee you’ll feel much better.”
“I thought I was the physical therapist.”
“Just give me a chance to work those muscles of yours. You might be surprised at how proficient I am with my hands.”
Her eyes darkened at his completely sexual intent. At least there they were in perfect agreement, Jake thought. He held out his hand and she grasped it, not quite meeting his gaze.
He figured she had issues of her own to work out, and, considering the upheaval he’d be bringing into her life, he’d give her this time.
He knew it couldn’t last.
* * *
On a rooftop high above New York City, Jake led Brianne to the now infamous whirlpool. They’d grabbed towels from the apartment, and he’d taken her via the exclusive penthouse elevator to the private spa on the roof.
The view was incredible. White stars twinkled in the inky night sky and the outline of buildings and lights illuminated the spectacular setting. But the Empire State Building lit up in its red, white and blue glory was the pièce de résistance, and stood out from all the more ordinary buildings surrounding them.