Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 109608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 438(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 438(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
I move back and lean against the sink, giving her space. Her hair’s a mess, eyes wild, and her breathing shallows as she stares into my eyes. But then she unties the drawstring and pulls her thong down with the flannel bottoms. Stepping out of them, she stays in place. Coming closer, I unzip the hoodie and hang it from the handle of a cabinet. Then I lift the bottom of her shirt, taking her in. “Sit here.”
She does as she’s told, sitting on the small bench under the window. I kneel before her, taking each leg and placing them over my shoulders.
“Loch—”
“Sh.” I lick my lips and bend down. I kiss her once and then again, lingering and dragging my teeth lightly over her lips. Peeking up at her, I say, “I’m going to make you feel so good, baby. I promise.”
With a short gasp, she sucks in her bottom lip and pins it with her teeth. With my eyes set on her, I dip my tongue out and drag it through her sweetness. She bucks against me, and that’s when I know I have her right where I want her. Diving in, I caress her clit with my lips and then give the gentlest of nips with my teeth.
Noise on a plane isn’t the issue since she’s competing with the engines, but when she can’t sit still, I rest a hand on her lower stomach and start fucking her with my tongue.
With her, everything is better, sweeter, wetter. I crave the feel of her wrapped around my erection, but this isn’t about me. It’s about making her feel better—not just sexually but releasing the tension to tackle what’s ahead.
She squirms under my hand as I circle her bud and use my fingers to encourage her orgasm. “Such a good girl,” I say, then hum against her. Her body vibrates in response. But when she slides her hands into my hair and pulls, I know she’s getting close. I can handle the pain, but her reactions to me, the way everything I do causes a jerk of momentum and a moan escaping—Fuck.
Latching onto her pussy with my mouth, I fuck her with my fingers and see my release through until she’s coming with me. With my eyes closed, I roll my head to the side, resting on the crook of her thigh. I know the outside world waits for us, but I just need a few more minutes to regain my composure.
Her fingers stroke through my hair until she finally catches her breath. “Did you come?” she asks.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” I lift to my knees, well aware that I just came like a fucking teenager. I kiss her mouth and then expose her collarbone by moving the shirt aside. I kiss there too, wishing we had more time and room for me to kiss her everywhere.
The softest of laughter rolls through her. “It’s okay, you know. It’s only natural.”
I’m still shocked he didn’t come and bang on the door while I was claiming his “fiancée” with my mouth. “Yeah. Yeah.”
With an exhale, I stand and help her to her feet. Holding her around the waist, I kiss her again and then the side of her head. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” she whispers, clinging to me around my middle. With her head pressed to my chest, she stifles a sob.
What just happened? Rubbing her back, I bend to make eye contact. “What’s wrong, baby?”
“I have to marry Carter.”
What the fuck?
37
Tuesday
“No fucking way will I let that happen.” Loch’s eyes have darkened, his hold on me tightening. I still don’t hold an ounce of fear with him. This man would protect me to the ends of the earth and beyond.
A tear slips from my eye, and I look down to wipe it away. I’m so frustrated because I’m heading to France with the man I love. I deserve to enjoy it. I’m about to see my parents, people I know love and care about me. And hopefully, this trip will lead to my memory returning or at least help me make sense of everything.
I should be happy . . .
But as soon as Loch got up from his seat, Carter dropped the bomb I knew he’d been waiting to detonate since I showed up at the house. “You will lose everything, Céline. Dump the loser and get back on board with our arrangement.”
What arrangement?
I wanted to handle him myself, never wanting to worry Loch. But this is getting out of hand so quickly. Loch sits down because if he doesn’t, he’ll be bolting out the door to find Carter. And if death had a stare, he’s mastered it. This isn’t the slick attorney skilled at hiding his emotions. No, this is a man whose world has been threatened. “Tell me exactly what he said, Tuesday.”