Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 145729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
She found herself smiling. “I can’t help it, it feels that good.”
He looked down at her naked body. The woman was his. He knew it with every breath he took, yet she still was elusive, ready to slip away no matter what he did. He felt it. She had one foot out the door, ready to flee at the first indication they were in trouble. He knew they were. Huge trouble. The worst.
He was stalling. He had to talk to her. Tell her the truth. It wasn’t fair to her. More, it was dangerous. Nikita would come after her, and she had to know the threat to her was very real. He wanted to curse, to hit the wall, to break someone’s neck, preferably that of her coward of a husband.
He worked his way down her back. She was beautiful. Soft, glowing skin. He hadn’t thought skin felt like hers did. “You going to tell me what’s wrong?” He massaged her butt. Those beautiful ass cheeks, firm, round. He was certain she could model thong underwear.
His hand slipped between her thighs and pressed, silently commanding her to spread her legs for him. She did without hesitation. “Do you have any understanding of why I know you’re the one for me, Sonia? I’m sexual. I probably always will be. I like sex, but I don’t like sharing my body with someone I’m not emotionally connected with. That said, I need a lot of sex, especially with you. I think about it all the time. Every place I go, every piece of furniture. When you’re standing there, all anxious while I’m going over the blueprints, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, all I can think about is peeling your ridiculous overalls off you, or stripping you of those jeans that fit your ass like a fucking glove and making you come apart for me.”
“You like my body,” she said, her voice muffled by the mattress.
“No, baby, I fuckin’ love your body. I’ve never wanted another woman the way I want you. I’m adventurous in the bedroom. I like to play. You do as well.”
“Joshua, that’s sex. It’s just sex.”
She sounded so weary it broke his heart. She’d once said to him that Nikita had told his son women like her were to be fucked, not married.
He took a breath and let it out slowly, feeling as if he was in the fight of his life, but not knowing how to proceed. She wasn’t understanding what he was trying to say. “The things I do with you are yours alone. No one else’s. Ever. When I wanted sex before, it was the sex, not the woman. With you, it’s all about the woman.”
He kept his hands on her body, working the sore muscles in her legs, all the way down to her feet. “I love touching you. Going to sleep with you curled next to me. Waking up with you in my arms. I like to lie in bed all night and watch you sleep. Watch you breathe. I know every inch of your body. Your laughter is like music, and something inside me comes alive. I was fuckin’ dead, walkin’ through life, Sonia. I didn’t care if I lived or died. I had nothing. No one. I know it’s you.”
He could see the side of her face and tears leaked out, caught on her long lashes and sparkled under the light. “Turn over.”
She shook her head. “I can’t. Not yet.”
“I wasn’t askin’, baby.” He waited to see what she would do. She was his. He knew it right down to his soul and when she slowly turned so she was faceup, he understood she recognized it too. She’d fought the desire to please him, to turn over for him, wanting to hide, but in the end, she’d done it – for him.
He stretched out over top of her, a human blanket, his hips cradled in hers, his thighs keeping her legs spread wide for him. He reached down and caught each ankle, drawing it up until both knees were bent and she was open to him. He kissed her throat and then took her mouth. Gently. Just the way he’d wanted to from the first.
He felt love welling up. It was so strong, so intense, it was disturbing to him. He deepened the kiss, taking her mouth, keeping it as gentle as he was capable of. She needed to feel him. He wanted to tell her with his body because he didn’t have any other way.
“Some men have fancy words, Sonia. They can be poets. Was he a poet? The man who took such advantage of you when your mother died? Did he give you pretty words?” His teeth closed on her lower lip and tugged. He licked at the marks and whispered into her throat. “Tell me if he did. I want to know.”