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)
“Mean it, Sonia. Please fucking mean it.” He began to move in her, long, deep strokes, keeping it gentle when his entire body was in flames. He found that slow could be good. The burn was scorching hot, the friction as he pushed through those tight folds was incredible.
“I mean it. It’s just…” She broke off again, but her eyes were on his and he saw the truth there. She gave that to him, and his heart actually hurt in his chest. Thunder crashed in his ears. She meant every word. She loved him. That would get them through the next few hours with the things he would have to say to her.
He kept the pace slow, but caught her ankle again and wrapped her leg around his waist. She hooked her other ankle behind his back with the first, changing the angle, allowing deeper penetration. Her breath hissed out of her lungs. She moaned – that sound he loved.
“Look at me, baby. Keep looking at me. I want to see it this time.”
Her hands gripped his hips, fingers digging in. “Everything you say is always so sexy.”
Every hard jolt sent her breasts swaying, her nipples sliding over his chest. “You are sexy. Keep looking at me. You’re close, but wait. I want you to wait, I’m right behind you.”
She lifted her hips, matching his heat and rhythm the way she always did, taking him deep, letting the fire get close. “Hurry, honey,” she whispered, her voice an ache.
He loved that too, the urgency, the plea. He loved the look of near desperation. He kept moving in her. Watching her. Her breath hitched. “Joshua.” His name came out a wail. “You have to hurry. I can’t…” She broke off.
“Close, baby.” He was right there, riding the edge. The way she struggled to keep control, the way her inner muscles gripped him, nearly dragging his orgasm out of him, threatened to tip him right over the edge, but he needed this. Needed to see it on her face. That look she gave him. The one that would be there any moment… and there it was.
“Joshua.”
She hung on for him and now she was giving herself to him, trusting that he’d bring her home in a spectacular way. He didn’t want to disappoint. He let go of his last remnant of control and surged right through that tight sheath, feeling his cock swell, push against the grip of her muscles creating a fiery friction that was his undoing.
“Now, baby. Let go now.”
“It’s so big.” Her head thrashed but her eyes remained glued to him. Her anchor in the midst of the wild storm.
“I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.” He meant every fucking word.
Her eyes widened and her body took over, a quake that rippled through her with the force of a hurricane, sweeping every nerve ending along with it. Her mouth opened and that long keening cry escaped, the one he loved. His body reacted to the fresh liquid fire surrounding him. The hot grip, squeezing down, clamping around his shaft, pumping, draining him dry. He felt the rush in every part of his body, fire consuming him.
He collapsed over her, letting her take his weight, knowing from experience that her hand would be in his hair, stroking and caressing. Giving him love without words. He recognized what it was now. Her way of talking without saying it aloud.
13
Joshua wanted to keep Sonia pinned under him. It was safer that way, but her breathing was impaired by his weight. She didn’t complain, she never did, no matter how long he stayed holding her. He kissed her. Hard this time. Rough even. More him and less the man she deserved but would rarely have.
He drew his hand down her body, from her throat to her mound, as he rolled to the side. Claiming her. He’d been afraid when he knew his mother was dying. He hadn’t felt like this. Terrified. His leopard rose, pushing close to the surface, feeling his wild emotions and wanting to emerge to spare him.
“You’re always on the verge of flight. I can feel it, so can my leopard. You have to commit, Sonia. Normally, I’m the man others look to in a crisis because I stay calm. Drake has always said I have nerves of steel.”
He bent his head to brush his mouth over hers, needing the reassurance again. She kissed him, no holding back, but then she never did. When he lifted his head, that same urgency was there, the need to hold her to him. It was exasperating to feel that no matter what he did, she was close to slipping away from him.
“Got a lot to tell you,” he said. “Don’t go to sleep.” He forced himself to open the dialogue. He couldn’t put it off, not when he knew Nikita Bogomolov was probably on his way back to Louisiana and he’d bring his torpedoes with him. Sonia would have to understand that he was putting her in protective custody. Before that happened, he had to confess to her that she was in bed with the very thing she’d run from.