Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 146392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
“Baby, you’re so fucking wet. How did you get so wet so fast?”
“I’m sorry.” Embarrassment threatened to swamp her. She was. She was liquid down there, and it didn’t compute. She wasn’t this girl. She could take or leave sex. It was something people seemed to need, but she’d always been a weirdo so she hadn’t questioned it. “I don’t. I don’t do that.”
Her body didn’t flare to life under some guy’s hands. Her pussy didn’t… It didn’t need the way it did now.
His hand pulled out, and before she could apologize again, he picked her up and carried her to the utilitarian bed. He set her down, that gorgeous face looming over hers. She loved his face, the blue of his eyes and that square jaw that always seemed to have some sexy scruff no matter how often he shaved.
He’d kissed her. Really kissed her, not some brush of his lips over her chin or forehead like she was a child. He’d kissed her like she was a woman he wanted, and he couldn’t stop himself. The world could have burned down around them and it wouldn’t matter because he was right. She had to know.
“You do that,” he insisted. “You do it for me. You get wet for me. Your body knows who it belongs to, and I’m going to reward you, Louisa. Do you want to know how?”
His voice had gone dark and deep, and everything inside her responded to this part of him. This part she’d never met before. He was chill, never taking anything too seriously. He was kind and sweet and funny.
He was dark and deep, and looked like he could eat her alive.
“Yes.” She did want to know. She wanted to know everything this man could do to her. In that moment he wasn’t the boy she’d loved forever. He was something new and different, and she wanted to explore him.
His lips kicked up in the sexiest smirk. His shirt was gone, and she could see a couple of bruises on his body but mostly golden skin. Damn, she wished she hadn’t taken off her glasses but they were thick, and she didn’t want him to look down and see her in them. The glasses might be smart, but they also helped her see.
“I’m going to get my mouth on you, baby.” He got on his knees and pushed up her skirt.
The skirt she’d worn for a specific purpose. It was way easier to hide things in a flouncy, flowy skirt than in skintight pants. She had four different weapons on her, and not one of those assholes had thought to check her. They’d seen what she’d wanted them to see—a terrified, helpless girl.
Who couldn’t possibly know how to hide not only two microdosers with enough sedative to take down a horse, but also a slender but deadly knife made of material that folded in on itself, and a baton that did the same. The thin material was light and didn’t weigh her down, and because of how the fabric folded and moved, wasn’t easy to detect.
And there was C4 and a tiny detonator in her boots.
She was loaded up and ready to go.
TJ didn’t seem to notice all the crap that Kenz and Kala and Tash had helped her hide in the fabric of her skirt as he pushed it up, revealing her legs and the not-so-pretty underwear she wore. The soaking wet underwear. His eyes widened as he looked down at her, thumb brushing over the wet patch.
She had to hold her breath because that stroke sent a flash of lightning through her and another pulse of arousal.
“All of this is for me, isn’t it, baby? You don’t react like this to anyone else, do you?”
She never had. All her damn life it had been TJ. Even when they were thousands of miles apart, he was the center of her universe. She had to stop, had to find balance and a way to have a good life without him, but she couldn’t think about that now. Her mind was probably blaring warning signals, but her body wasn’t listening. Red flags be damned, she was going to have this. Here in this one place, she was going to be what she’d dreamed of. His lover. His submissive. And that meant there was no room for lies. “Yes. Only you.”
She worried it would only be him forever.
He leaned over and put his face right against her pussy, breathing her in.
That shouldn’t be so damn sexy. It should be weird and awkward. It shouldn’t make her hips want to tilt up, make her want to grip his shoulders and force him to give her more.
He dragged the panties off and maneuvered them over her boots. “I’ll get you naked in a minute, but I can’t wait. I have to know. Years I’ve gone not knowing the most important thing.” His face tilted up, and there was fire in his gaze. “How you taste.”