Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 146417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
It would be so much easier if he ripped her clothes off. She wasn’t even fond of the blouse she was wearing.
He turned and walked down the hall, the opposite direction of his bedroom. She glanced back and he stopped at Roman’s bedroom, looking in on their son the same way she had.
It made her heart feel too tight. She forced herself to walk away, to move down the hall and into Beck’s bedroom with its king-sized bed and carpet her feet sank into. She’d only been in this room once when he’d given her the tour of the house. It was a comfortable room, but there was very little of Beck in it. There was a small dish on the dresser where he could put his wallet and a charger for his cell. Other than that, it was utilitarian, and that was a shame because there was so much room.
It needed a comfy chair for reading and something other than the one sad lamp on a plain nightstand.
She glanced in the mirror and caught sight of herself. She wasn’t bad. Her cheeks had taken on a rosy glow and her hair was mussed. She looked like a woman who’d recently been kissed.
She didn’t look like a woman who’d uprooted her whole life and her son’s and who might still be in danger.
“I want you to take a deep breath,” Beck said from the doorway. “I want you to acknowledge a couple of things for me starting with the fact that our son is all right.”
She turned back to him. “I know. I’m sorry. I was looking around and I didn’t follow orders.”
His eyes narrowed. “I understand. I can completely forgive you not being naked. Now I want you to obey me and take me seriously. I want you to close your eyes and take a deep breath.”
This was stupid, but she got the feeling if she told him so, she might be in actual trouble. She let her eyes close and forced her shoulders down from around her ears. She filled her lungs and held the breath there for a moment before letting it out.
“And another.” He sounded like he was closer to the big bathroom now.
She forced another breath, though she felt herself relax slightly.
“This time I want you to know that our son is sleeping and he’s happy and he’s eager for tomorrow. He’s not afraid. He’s not in pain. He’s a resilient kid and he knows he’s loved.”
He was not going to make her cry. She took a deep breath. “Okay. Roman’s okay.”
“This time I want you to know that Ezra is safe. He’s got two bodyguards staying the night with him, and Sanctum has a lot of security. He’s okay.”
She knew how much it took for him to add his brother in what was essentially nighttime prayers. “Ezra’s okay.”
This time the breath felt cleansing.
“And you’re okay. Whatever happens between us, you are okay, and I will ensure your safety and comfort. I’ll take care of you.”
She opened her eyes and looked at him. He was standing there, his gaze on her. “I’m okay. You’re okay, too, Beck.” How did he do this to her? Two minutes before she wasn’t going to acknowledge anything but the sex. “I’ll make sure that you’re okay.”
The sexiest smile crossed his face. “How are you going to do that, baby?”
She could think of exactly how she wanted to do that. He was good. Far better than he used to be. He’d settled her fears so she could focus on herself for once. On them. On him.
It would be so good to focus on him.
But first she was going to prove that she could obey when she wanted to. She started to slowly unbutton her blouse. “I seem to remember you asked me to touch you. I could start there.”
He’d put something on the nightstand while her eyes had been closed. It was a tray, and she couldn’t see what was on it. “That would be an excellent place to start. Where will you go from there?”
She set the blouse on the dresser and went to work on her slacks. “I’ll take you in my hand and I’ll stroke that big cock of yours until it’s hard and thick and long. I’ll think about what it’s going to feel like to have you inside me.”
His eyes closed briefly, and a low groan came from his mouth. “You don’t need to touch me to get me hard. I’m hard as hell right now, baby.”
She could tell. His flannel pajama bottoms had tented admirably, and she hadn’t lied at all. She truly was thinking about what it would feel like to have that big cock penetrating her. Her nipples had peaked, and it had nothing to do with the air conditioner. She folded her slacks and reached behind to undo the hooks of her bra, deeply grateful that Charlotte Taggart apparently didn’t believe in plain cotton undies. There had been a week’s worth of outfits hanging in the closet, and several bags of underwear, bras, socks, and pajamas, all in her size.