Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
CHAPTER 13
Lara felt tears stir in her eyes and the next thing she knew she was wrapped in Michael’s arms.
“We’ll make the most of this day,” he whispered, “a memory to last forever.”
She didn’t want just a memory of him; she wanted him forever.
“I need tea,” she said and fled the room, fearing she’d burst into tears and make a fool of herself in front of him.
The phone rang again, preventing him from following to her relief. She needed time to get herself together. How the hell would she ever manage to get through the rest of this day, knowing tomorrow she would have to say good-bye to him?
She set the kettle to boil when a thought struck her.
Tell him you love him. What can it hurt? He could possibly feel the same. At least this way you’ll never regret not taking the chance.
Don’t you think he already knows? He hears your thoughts, and he’s said nothing. What does that tell you?
Her heart felt like it plummeted off a steep cliff.
How did one stop from thinking? It wasn’t possible. Her mind was always going, though she could keep it busy with nonsensical thoughts. The kettle whistled and Lara made herself a cup of chamomile tea.
Michael entered the room.
“I should get in touch with my car service and see when they can pick me up,” she said with what she hoped was a passable smile.
“I’ve already taken care of it,” he said without a trace of a smile.
Her heart plummeted again. He had already made plans for her to leave. “Thank you,” she said, trying to stretch her smile, though she had no desire to smile, and kept her thoughts from going where she didn’t want them to go.
He looked ready to step toward her, and she couldn’t let him kiss her. She just couldn’t. She quickly switched her thoughts to packing her suitcase, thinking of item by item that needed to be folded and packed. She kept the image steady in her mind, fighting back the one that tried to break through...her sobbing uncontrollably in his arms.
“I should pack and make sure I’m ready for tomorrow,” she said, stopping him in his tracks.
“You have plenty of time,” he said and inched closer to her.
No, not near enough time, she thought, though said, “Tomorrow will be here before you know it.”
His arm hurried around her waist, snagging her before she could slip out of his reach. “Then let’s not waste a minute.”
He kissed her and she was soon lost in a haze of delectable sensations. One thought and one thought alone penetrated her foggy brain, and she couldn’t stop it no matter how hard she tried.
You’re forever mine. I love you.
The next thing she knew she was once again up against the library ladder and just as wet and throbbing for him to be inside her as she had been before.
“Don’t answer the phone if it rings,” she said while shoving his sweatpants down.
“No worries,” he whispered, “I have no intentions of answering it for the rest of the day.”
She grabbed hold of him, and he was just as silky and hard, perhaps harder, than before. “I don’t want to wait,” she said and stepped up on the bottom rung of the ladder so that she could fit him to her perfectly.
A satisfying groan ran from her lips as he slid into her with ease.
He dropped his forehead against hers and struggled, as if in sweet agony to say, “Damn, you’re so snug and warm, your scent so strong. I can almost taste your...” He raised his head and his eyes glowed red, much too red.
“Michael?”
His lips curled back, and his fangs began to appear. “I want so badly to taste you, to show you how making love can truly feel. One taste and—”
She shoved at his chest. “No!” She couldn’t, wouldn’t surrender completely to him. She had already surrendered her heart to him, if she allowed this—she knew he would have her soul.
“No,” she said again, shaking her head. “No, Michael.”
He plunged deeper inside her, and she fell back against the ladder rungs. He grabbed the ladder by either side of her head and shoved into her again, his eyes red, though not glowing as brightly, but his fangs still shiny and sharp.
“I’m going to make you come hard.”
“You always do.”
“Not like this,” he said and lowered his mouth to her neck.
She knew he wouldn’t bite her without permission, but it didn’t stop him from tormenting her. And good Lord could his fangs torment. He stilled his penis inside her while he ran the sharp points along her neck. It was as if he caressed her all over at once. Her nipples tingled, her clitoris throbbed unmercifully, and her hips began to gyrate trying to get him to move inside her.