Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 127461 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 637(@200wpm)___ 510(@250wpm)___ 425(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127461 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 637(@200wpm)___ 510(@250wpm)___ 425(@300wpm)
“I want you.” He barely recognized his voice. The rasp had deepened. It didn’t matter how low he spoke; she heard him. She couldn’t fail to hear the ache. She still didn’t freeze or pull away.
“How is this any different from any other night? Every night when you’re curled around me, I can feel how hard you are.” Her lashes lifted, and once more her gaze met his. Steady. A slight flush began to spread over her entire body.
He found her not only sexy but endearing. Adorable. She couldn’t help blushing, a full-body blush, and he loved that about her. Hell. He loved everything about her, but it only increased his need for her, and that was extremely dangerous when he was riding the very edge of his control. He didn’t want her hand to go away, but he didn’t dare stay where he was.
“I want you with every fucking breath I take, Maya, but add to that the buildup from Rogue’s battles. It’s all come together in a perfect storm. I just don’t trust myself tonight. I think it’s best if I go spend time working off my energy away from you.”
The pad of her thumb slipped out from under his fist and caressed the long vein running along his shaft as together they gave another slide up and then down. He stifled a groan. He was playing with fire, but it felt so good, he couldn’t make himself get up and leave her. Her legs moved restlessly beside him.
“You always seem so ready. So ready. Are you always like that? When you’re around other women do you get hard like this?”
She bent her head toward his cock as if examining him—or as if she might take a taste. He felt the warmth of her breath bathing his cock’s head, and his heart shuddered in his chest. She tilted her head back to look up at him, her eyes wide again.
“Not other women. Just you. I can’t walk into the same room with you without getting hard. If I breathe you in, I get hard. Most nights I don’t want to fall asleep because I just want to stare at you, afraid you’ll disappear on me. I don’t want to miss a single one of your expressions. Just looking at you while you sleep makes me hard. It’s only you, Maya. But tonight . . . tonight is different.”
Her small teeth tugged at her full lower lip while she contemplated what he’d said, but she didn’t pull her gaze from his. He could see she struggled to find the right words to tell him whatever it was she wanted to say. Eventually the tip of her tongue moistened her lips, making him want to groan. His cock jerked, making her fingers react, tightening her fist around him almost possessively.
“The thing is, Gorya, if I’m being honest with you, I think about you day and night. I have very erotic dreams about you and things I’d like us to do together.” Her lashes swept down and then back up, and the flush on her skin deepened from a pink to a blushing red.
Gorya found that her voice alone was an aphrodisiac, her hesitant, innocent admission uttered so low, as if he were a priest and she was making a confession of a great sin.
“I want you, but I have no clue what I’m doing or how to go about making it happen without panicking. I was counting on you to take the lead in that department.”
Her voice trembled just a little, letting him know that trepidation was there, but her gaze was steady, telling him she meant every word. She looked at him as if he might be the devil tempting her to commit sin, but she was willing to follow him down the path. Hell, she’d just confessed that she was willing.
“Baby . . .” The last thing he wanted to do was talk her out of anything, but if it was too soon for them to make any progression, he didn’t want to set them back.
The pad of her thumb moved again as their combined fists did another slow squeeze up and down his shaft, and sheer pleasure burst through him.
“When you kiss me, I can’t think straight. When you touch me, my body belongs to you. I just don’t quite know how to control my fears, but I want you so much. I want us to find a way to be together the way we’re supposed to be.”
Gorya looked down at the woman the universe had somehow gifted him. She lay beside him, looking up at him with the trust he’d asked her to give him. The world had given her a shit deal from the day she was born. His family had most likely been part of the raid murdering her family. They’d certainly been responsible for the torture and rape, the trauma and nightmares. But there she was. His. His gift.