Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
When that didn’t work, I went out into the kitchen and got myself a drink while I shot off texts to my men, then Renzo, to explain the situation. And, finally, to Coal to thank him for helping out.
It was only then that I realized Elizabeth had nothing to change into.
Feeling like I was invading her privacy for the second time in twenty-four hours, I went into her room, finding a pajama set in a soft material I figured she might find comforting, grabbed a pair of panties—trying again not to imagine her in them—and made my way into my room to knock on the bathroom door.
“Come in,” she called, making me straighten, figuring maybe she was wrapped in a towel.
But when I pushed open the door and moved inside, she was still in the tub. Naked. And looking at me with heat in her pretty blue eyes.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Elizabeth
The migraine was a deep throbbing ache behind my eye and in my temple as I slipped into Elian’s massive soaking tub. It was big enough to have an entire orgy in it, for God’s sake, and the luxury of being inside of it wasn’t lost on me, even if my headache was gearing up to be a real banger.
It was the running.
Extreme high-endurance exercise could trigger migraines. I was always careful at the gym to stay in my target heart rate range without going overboard and ending up suffering for the rest of the night.
The crying also didn’t help, I was sure.
But there was only so much you could take before you had to let all those feelings out before they ate you alive from the inside out.
And, God, it had felt good to have a cry like that in the arms of someone who kept assuring you that it was going to be okay, that they were going to take care of you.
I didn’t remember the last time I’d had that.
Yes, I did.
Never.
I’d never had that before.
Which was probably why it was affecting me so strongly as I leaned back against the cool porcelain of the tub, letting my eyes drift closed against the bright light, and waited for my meds to kick in, praying I caught it early enough to avoid a full-blown intractable migraine.
The last thing I expected to feel after such an ordeal was desire starting to flicker, then catch flame as the water teased over my skin, as I listened to Elian walking around the apartment.
But it wasn’t long before it was a full-blown wildfire coursing through me, making me press my legs together, remembering the failed attempt the night before to ease the constant ache inside.
Suddenly, it didn’t feel quite so embarrassing to be caught. If anything, it only managed to fan the flames of need until there was a pressure on my lower stomach, a throbbing sort of need between my thighs, and the sudden urge to climb out of the bath, and walk naked until I found him, then demand we finally ease the tension between us.
Then, as the meds kicked in, chasing away the migraine, like the universe was agreeing with my idea, I heard him knock on the bathroom door.
Before I could think better of it, I was inviting him in, watching as he came in a step before freezing, his back stiffening, his brows lifting.
I watched as he seemed helpless but to let his gaze move from my face, gliding down to where my breasts were just barely hidden by the water, then over the length of me, obscured by the depth of the water, but clearly conjuring up his own images. Because by the time his gaze was on my face again, his lids were heavy, and his golden eyes were scorching into me.
“I thought…” he said, forcing his gaze to the floor. “I thought you said to come in,” he said, reaching out to the side to rest a change of clothes on the sink cabinet.
“I did,” I said, voice smaller than I wanted it to be, but I was trying to prevent him from backing out of the room.
At those words, his gaze lifted again, landing on my face, searching for something.
I guess he found what he was looking for, because he was walking toward me then, dropping down to his knees beside the tub. His arm raised, his fingers moving up to skirt over my temple, then down my cheek and jaw.
“How’s your head?” he asked, voice soft, but thick with his growing desire.
“It’s a lot better,” I admitted, touched by his concern.
“So you don’t need more pain relief?” he asked, and the combination of the heat in his eyes and the sexy little smirk he shot me had my belly flip-flopping.
“It’s not completely gone,” I said, leaning my head back, watching his gaze helplessly move over me again. Then, surprised by my own boldness, I asked, “Do you have a remedy?”