Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76539 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76539 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“You think she knows something,” he whispers. “More than she’s letting on.”
“I think she steered us in the right direction without actually coming out and doing it. And I think she’s afraid that if she does any more, she’ll end up dead like those cartel guys.”
“That’s a lot of assumptions based on a short conversation.”
“But I’m right. I’m absolutely sure I’m right.”
He’s shifts until he’s looking at me. “Assuming you are, what do we do with that information? You want to turn around and back off?”
I shake my head, startled. “No, that’s not it.”
“What then? We keep going forward? Even though a detective thinks we should be terrified?”
“I don’t know,” I admit.
“I can keep you safe from most people, Sara. But I’m not invincible.”
“I realize that.”
“Do you?” He comes closer. God, I knew this would happen, the moment I asked him to come in here, I knew it would happen.
And I did it anyway, because it’s what I want.
For days now, everything I do, he’s lurking underneath it all. His kiss, his touch, god, that orgasm. He’s so much worse than I ever imagined, so much more vital, so much more present. I thought he’d be a pain in my ass, but it’s infinitely painful.
I want him. Just like the wedding. Just like a few days ago.
And now, lying in this bed.
I want him so badly it hurts, but getting involved with this man is a massive mistake.
“You don’t have to watch over me. You’re not my bodyguard.”
“But that’s exactly what I am.”
“Angelo, I mean it. We’re trying to figure out who’s framing Nicolas. That’s all we’re doing.”
He nods slightly and his hand moves over toward my body. I let him touch me—gently. His fingers graze across my belly and I shiver. I’m in shorts and a thin t-shirt, nothing underneath.
“I’m also trying to decide what your deal is, ice queen.”
“My deal? I don’t have a deal.”
“Something’s driving you. Something’s pushing you.”
“Angelo. I don’t want to be analyzed.”
“No? What do you want?”
“I want to know why Misty Vance is so afraid.”
“I don’t think that’s it.” He moves closer. His body is big and hard and gorgeous. “You’ve been ignoring me for days. Why invite me into bed tonight?”
“Because I’m afraid. Don’t make me feel stupid.”
“I’m trying to get you to be honest.”
“That’s the truth.”
He sighs and his mouth brushes against mine. Excitement quivers down into my extremities, and I need to stop this, but I’m not going to.
“Every time something bad happens, you think about me, don’t you?”
“Angelo—”
“Stop it, Sara. No more denying, no more bullshit.” He kisses my neck and I let out a little moan, so soft and mortifying and, yes, god, yes, this is what it want. “You need comfort. You need me.”
“You’re not some fucking safety blanket.”
“No, I’m most definitely not. I’m way more dangerous than that.”
“So tell me why I shouldn’t kick you back out of this bed and pretend like this never happened.”
“Because you want to feel my cock sink deep between your legs and you’ve been desperate for it for days now. And you can’t take it anymore.”
His mouth finds mine in the dark and I kiss him back. God, he’s right, and it’s mortifying, it’s absolutely embarrassing, but I want this. I need this so badly it kills me.
I push him back and straddle him. His hands explore my body, take off my shirt, cup my bare breasts. He sits up and takes off his own top, and I kiss his neck as he kisses mine until he rolls me back over and pins me down, hands up above my head. He teases my breasts, sucks my nipples, bites them and licks them before chewing on my lip, and slowly he takes off my shorts.
“Look at you,” he whispers, sitting back on his knees and admiring my skin. I try to cover myself with my arms but he shoves them back. “Don’t you dare.”
“Angelo.”
“I want to look at you.” He spreads my legs roughly and teases my pussy with his fingers. “I know you’re scared. I know you don’t understand why you want this so badly. But you’ve been living your life hidden away from the world, a little ice queen in her frozen fortress, and I’m finally breaking you free. I’m finally making you see that pleasure isn’t so bad.”
“You don’t know anything about me.”
“Liar.” He grabs my wrists, both of them, and holds them to my sides as his mouth dives between my legs. Liar, liar, liar, I’m a freaking liar and he knows it. Every time I call him an asshole, every time I tell him I don’t want him, every time I pretend like he’s getting on my nerves, I’m a liar.
Because I want this. His tongue on my pussy and his mouth on my clit.
I want this. I want more. His mouth on mine, my taste on my lips. His hard cock in my hands. I take off his sweats and stroke him and he kneels beside me as I open my mouth and take his tip between my lips. I taste precum, skin, I suck him deeply, listen to his moans and love them. He pulls my hair as I suck his cock and when I think he’s going to fill my throat, he pulls me back and shoves me down again.