Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Jesus, that was amazing. I seriously hope I need my strength because he plans on fucking me again.
Hiding from people who are trying to kill me doesn’t seem as bad if we’re going to spend our time having hot sex.
Jesus, his body is ripped and perfect in every way.
I quickly clean myself, and the thought that Max came inside me makes desire burn through me again.
God, the man has me thinking and feeling things I never thought I would.
Is there something wrong with me? I mean, instead of freaking out that he’s an assassin, I find it badass.
Frowning, I look deeper inside myself. I lift my hand to my chest and press my fingers to my heart.
I do some serious soul-searching, and the only answer I can find is that Max isn’t a threat to me. I know I’m safe with him.
In the midst of all the chaos and danger, I’m happy, and it’s because he’s here.
For the first time, I feel alive. More than I ever have.
Chapter 19
Max
While Cami’s in the bathroom, I go out to the SUV and grab another cigarette. Lighting it, I take a deep drag and slowly blow out the smoke.
I walk back to the cabin and sit down on the steps by the front door, needing a moment to process what just happened.
Fucking Cami was much more emotional than I expected.
Christ, being inside her felt like I was having an out-of-body experience.
Her moans, whimpers, and cries are the sweetest sounds I’ve ever heard. Her breasts are generous, and her ass…Christ, her ass.
I take a long pull of the cigarette and watch as the smoke forms a cloud when I exhale.
I don’t regret fucking her, and I plan on being inside her again as soon as she’s eaten something.
But.
I saw the moment she connected with me. The emotion was all over her face. Once the bodyguarding job is over and I leave, it will hurt her.
My heart clenches at the thought.
It will hurt me too.
There’s no fucking a woman like Cami and just walking away from her. Unlike the other women I’ve fucked, I’ll never forget her name.
Christ.
As I take another drag, I hear her footsteps behind me. I glance over my shoulder and see she’s wearing shorts and my dress shirt. She tied the fabric by her stomach and left it unbuttoned.
Fuck, I’ve never seen anything sexier than her.
Cami sits down beside me and stares at the trees around the cabin. “It’s so quiet here.”
I take a last drag and kill the cigarette. “I like the quiet.”
“It fits you.”
Silence falls between us. I take hold of her hand and bring it to my mouth, pressing her fingers to my lips. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath.
“Are you okay?” she whispers as she leans against my shoulder.
Opening my eyes, I turn my head and look at her. “I should ask you that question?”
“I’m fine.” She weaves her fingers through mine. “I’m just worried you regret it.”
I shake my head. “I have zero regrets.”
Her mouth curves up. “Is it okay if we have sandwiches for lunch?”
I nod, and rising to my feet, I pull her up and follow her into the cabin.
I lean against a counter and watch as she makes grilled-cheese sandwiches, thinking I’m getting used to this – us living together.
The last time I lived with someone was with my mother, fourteen years ago.
While the sandwiches are in the oven, Cami lifts herself to sit on the counter across from me. Her eyes drift over my face before lowering to my bare chest. A frown line appears between her eyes as she spots the scar above my left hip.
“Did you get shot?”
My heart stutters in my chest, and I pray to all that’s holy this conversation doesn’t lead to the time she got shot. I don’t think I’ll be able to lie to her.
I give her a silent answer by nodding.
The corner of her mouth lifts. “I’m glad you survived.”
I’m glad you survived too.
She hops from the counter and checks on the sandwiches. Happy with them, she switches off the oven and takes them out.
“Lunch is ready.”
Not bothering with plates, we stand in the kitchen and eat.
Between bites, Cami asks, “Are you always this quiet after sex?”
I grab a bottle of water and take a sip before I answer, “I’m quiet in general.”
She nods. “Right.” She takes her last bite, then admits, “I’m not good with the after-sex thing. Usually, the guy leaves right after.”
My eyebrow lifts. “How many have you slept with?”
I know everyone has a past, but picturing Cami with another man makes me feel murderous.
Her eyes widen. “Shit, that sounded bad. There haven’t been many.” She holds up four fingers.
Four.
“Does that number include me?”
She nods, a pink tinge flushing her cheeks. “And you? What’s your number?”
I have to think hard. Honestly, as soon as I’m done with a woman, I walk away and never think about her again.