Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Drew stutters. “I’m sorry, Raina. It’s just that I know you don’t see anybody and–”
“You need to leave. I’m fine, and Rex is actually more than a friend. He’s my…uh…man.” My words are clunky and I barely believe them.
Rex sets Drew on his feet as my super’s gaze shifts between the two of us, waiting for further explanation.
More lies spill from my mouth. “I told Rex to stop by and I wasn’t answering my phone or the door. He’s helped me get in here when I’ve locked myself out, so he knows I don’t mind if he pops in through that window.”
“You can call me anytime, Raina, if you get locked out,” Drew says.
“I can see why she doesn’t.” Rex grimaces. “You just help yourself to come in here whenever you feel like it. She’s never going to call you because I show up for her. I’m here now.”
Rex takes a step away from Drew and wraps his massive arm around my back. It forces me to let go of my robe, which falls open slightly. Rex moves me effortlessly, turning me to face him as he dips his head to kiss me. The gesture cements my lies as truth.
His kiss is possessive. Husky breathing mixes with low groans as I lean into the moment, letting his tongue invade my mouth, claiming, capturing, and savoring the taste of our lips together. Rex pulls away from the kiss, leaving me wanting more and forgetting that Drew is still here.
Rex keeps my body against him as he speaks to Drew. “You should remember that the next time you decide to use that key for personal reasons, I’m going to be standing on the other side of this door. Raina belongs to me.”
Rex affirms his statement by palming my ass through the back of my robe. I can feel his fingers teasing the split between my legs, forcing my eyes to widen with the sensation.
Drew’s voice is timid as he speaks. “You both have my apologies. It won’t happen again. Goodnight, Raina.”
The sound of the door opening and closing lets me breathe and attempt to step away from Rex. Now that we’re alone, there’s no reason for us to keep up the facade, but I want to pick up where that kiss left off. However, the lust building inside of me has to wait because there’s a very important question Rex has to answer.
I pull away from Rex, his hand lingering on my ass longer than necessary as I go to lock the door.
“What are you doing here, Rex?” I ask him, going into the kitchen. I’m desperate to distract myself from the way he makes me feel. There’s an anticipation of what can happen. He’s a man in my apartment in the middle of the night.
He follows me to the kitchen, his size swallowing me in the open space. There’s barely enough space between my slim dining table that only seats two and the counter where I sit an empty glass I’ve pulled from the cabinet. Rex approaches me, his presence dominating and strong. I want him to kiss me. Forget answering questions.
He takes the lapels of my robe, holding it open for a moment, dragging his gaze up and down my body before sliding the robe back in place to cover me.
“You shouldn’t answer the door like that,” he says.
I shrug. “I wasn’t. I was going to yell from this side of it that I was fine and go back to bed.”
Rex hooks a finger under my chin, tilting my face to look into his eyes. “Well, let’s get you back to bed.”
He steps back for me to head to my bedroom. I can feel him following me. If it was anyone else, I’d be worried, frightened even, but Rex is always there for me. I know he has a good reason for breaking into my apartment.
Inside my room, I flick the light on and toss my robe onto the closet door. Rex Remington is standing in my bedroom like a damn supermodel. I want him to take me, kiss me, put me to bed in more ways than one.
His round shoulders and chiseled chest can’t hide under the thin black shirt he’s wearing. Denim and leather boots round out his look where he’s a lawyer by day and this fine specimen of manliness by night. Manliness that affects me as I watch a noticeable shift near the crotch of his jeans. I wonder what he must look like under the clothes, as I’ve never seen a man’s body so up close and personal.
“Are you going to tell me why you’re sneaking around my house at nearly one in the morning?” I ask him, slipping into the bed. I don’t lie down, but I use the blanket to cover the lower half of my body, bringing my knees up to my chest for me to rest my hands and chin on them.