Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 153571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
"Mila?" I call out. She doesn't answer, but light shines from beneath the bedroom door, so I head in that direction, feeling like a weight has been lifted off my chest. Now that the end is in sight, I feel like I can breathe again.
In a matter of days, Guerrero will be dealt with. Mila will be safe. I can finally tell Tahani all the shit I've been hiding from her for years.
As soon as I step inside the bedroom, Mila's scent hits me, and my dick immediately hardens. I swear to Christ, the way she smells makes me crazy. I'll be in the middle of doing something and the smell of peaches hits me, and I'm done for. All I can think about is being inside her again.
I stroll toward the bathroom when I hear the shower running.
"Jesus," I mumble, stopping in the doorway when I catch sight of her. She's completely naked, her hair piled on top of her head. She leans over the vanity on her tiptoes, her ass in the air as she does something to her eyebrows.
"Hey," she says, smiling at me in the mirror when she sees me standing there. Her eyes are soft and clear, her earlier distress nowhere to be found, thank fuck. "Is everything okay?" she asks me, her smile slipping when I don't immediately respond to her.
I push away from the door and prowl toward her. Her gaze drops from my face to my chest and then to my abs, her eyes darkening. I fucking love the way she licks her lips when she looks at me like she wants to taste me on her tongue.
"Everything's fine." I step up behind her until my body presses into hers. I slide one hand around her waist, splaying it across her stomach.
She moans softly when my erection presses against her ass.
I watch her in the mirror, drinking her in. I love the way her eyes heat and darken, her face flushing with desire. Those sexy curves and golden skin are soft beneath my hands, and her nipples are dark. She looks so tiny with me wrapped around her, breakable.
She's far from that, though.
"What are you doing?" she breathes when I kiss her shoulder and then the side of her neck.
"Getting in the shower with you," I say, smirking at her in the mirror as I step back and pop the button on my jeans.
Her tongue runs along her bottom lip again, desire dancing through her eyes.
I strip quickly, my dick smacking against my stomach as soon as it's free. I grab her hand and pull her into the shower with me. She doesn't even try to fight me off or protest.
"Roman," she breathes instead.
I mold my body to hers again, letting the water beat down on us from all sides. My hands never leave her body as I wash her up, running my fingertips and palms all over her.
"You're so fucking soft," I whisper in her ear, running my hands across her nipples and up to her shoulders. I turn her head, tilting it until her lips ghost across my chin, seeking out mine. "I could touch you all day and still not be satisfied, baby."
"Roman," she says again, her eyes falling closed as I slide one hand down her body and into her folds.
She's soaked already. Her arousal coats my fingers as I stroke her. She feels so fucking good against my fingers.
"I love how wet you get for me," I murmur. "All I gotta do is touch you, and you're fucking soaked for me."
She mewls and whimpers, shifting against me. I kiss her, drinking her little sounds down my throat as I tease her clit with light strokes.
"Please," she pleads for more.
I don't give it to her, not yet. I have plans for her tonight. She isn't coming again until she's riding my face.
I play with her pussy until I can't take any more, and then I reluctantly pull away. She grumbles her displeasure, reaching for my cock, but I grab her hand before she can wrap it around me.
She looks up at me, her eyes narrowed. She hates it when I don't give her what she wants. I swear to God, I get off on seeing that hungry, annoyed look on her face. She's like a little kitten, pissed off and hissing. Too fucking cute for her own good.
"I want to touch you," she protests, trying to get her hand free.
"Not yet." I pull her forward with a hand on the back of her neck and kiss her hard on the mouth. Before she can wrap herself around me, I break away and turn her toward the shower door. "Dry off and go lay on the bed."
When she takes a step in that direction, I grab her and pull her back into me for a second. My mouth lands against her ear. "Do not even think about making yourself come before I get in there, baby. If you do, I won't fuck you tonight."