Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
She was still gasping from the intensity of the release when Sig stood, drawing her body up against his roughly, his brown gaze wild as he looked down at her from above, holding that blistering, soul-crushing eye contact while entering her. Hard. One thick, hot pump and he was seated, swallowing her scream with an open mouth and starting to thrust. Holding nothing back, neither one of them caring as the dresser drawers rattled, perfume bottles toppled over, the back of the furniture slammed into the wall.
“You’re going to feel me in ways you won’t forget, Chloe,” he rasped.
“Yes. Yes. I am.”
He bore down on her, his hips moving like the pistons of an engine, his smooth inches finding their home inside of her again, again, again, her knees jostling on either side of his waist, more screams building in her throat. “I won’t spend a minute the rest of my life without you in my head and I don’t want it any other way. I don’t care if it hurts, you’re going to stay there,” he said hoarsely, kissing her in a way that was somehow rough and sweet at the same time. “Always my dream girl. Always mine.”
“Always, Sig.”
He dragged her upright and off the dresser, bouncing her on his stiffness once, twice, before shouting her name like an epithet, his fingers bruising as they pressed, pressed, grinded her onto his spurting sex, both of them crying out when he lunged forward, giving her a final series of gloriously violent drives against the dresser, which she encouraged with whimpers of his name, rakes of her nails down the powerful breadth of his back.
Then, like two beings that had lost animation, they dropped to the floor, Sig cradling Chloe in his lap, his mouth dropping furious kisses on her hairline, even while he struggled to catch his breath.
“Chloe, please—”
She never found out what Sig was going to say, because both of their phones rang at once.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Sig’s instincts were telling him to pin Chloe to the floor to prevent her from answering the phone. Drag her into bed, pull the covers down over their heads, and never leave this bedroom. There couldn’t be anything good on the other end of that call. He couldn’t say what made him so positive of that fact. Maybe trepidation had become his default because the world was trying to take this woman away from him. Or maybe he just wanted to stay cocooned in this moment with Chloe forever, their scents on each other’s sweaty skin.
“The phones . . .” she said, trying to lift her head, but losing power in her neck and sagging more firmly against him, her cheek in between his pecs.
“Ignore them. Do you have anywhere to be today?” he asked, stroking her hair.
“Practice with Grace in a couple of hours.” She yawned against his chest and he saw the life he wanted flash before his eyes. Waking up with her every day. Forever. Watching her shake the drowsiness. “Not a long one, though. She has a performance tonight.”
“And I have my meeting.” He tightened his arms around her, raising his voice to drown out the incessant chimes coming from the bathroom. “But we have a couple of hours.”
The phones stopped ringing.
Almost immediately, they started again.
“Ignore the world with me a little longer, Chlo,” he begged.
“But who would be calling us both? Continually?” Her focus was drifting. He was losing her. “Something could be wrong.”
“Please. I don’t give a fuck.”
She looked up at him with a smirk that slowly started to flatten. “Do you think . . . there’s another article?”
“What would it be about? We haven’t seen each other in a week.”
“I don’t know.” With a visible effort, she peeled herself off his chest, though she eyed it with regret, as if she wanted to stay there a lot longer. “I’ll go answer mine.”
“No.”
“Sig.”
She started to get up, but he pulled her back down, arms wrapping around her tightly, like she was a life preserver in a storm. And she didn’t struggle, she simply let him squeeze her, stroking the parts of his forearms she could reach, tilting her face to the side so he could plant hard kisses on her cheeks and eyelids and forehead. “Tell me you love me again.”
“I love you.” No hesitation. “It’ll always be that way.”
His arms wouldn’t work after that, so he couldn’t prevent her from crawling out of his lap and standing up. He watched through bleary eyes as she found her panties on the floor and tugged them on, leaving the bedroom in underwear and a bra. The phones were still ringing in the bathroom and he didn’t want to know why. But he found out a second later when Chloe answered, her voice reaching him clear as a bell from the other room.