Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75642 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75642 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
She leaves the front door open as she heads out to greet Kincaid.
I swallow a sob at the sight of Vincent as he climbs out of the back of the second SUV. His eyes dart to the door, a frown on his face. Realizing he’s looking for me, I can wait no longer. I scramble off the sofa and toward the door.
His face lights up at the sight of me on the porch, and as if I’m weightless, I launch myself in his direction, a hundred percent confident that he’ll catch me.
His arms are around me a second later, and I feel like a spider monkey climbing up him.
Sobs rack my body, making it hard to breathe as I bury my face in his neck.
“I love how this feels,” he says, his words rumbling from his chest more than anything else. “Having someone here waiting for me. Jesus, Mila.”
I pull my head back, leaning into his touch when he wipes away the tears trailing down my cheeks.
“You’re okay?”
He nods, lowering his head so our lips can meet.
“I want you,” he says.
“You have me,” I promise.
“I want all of it, baby. I want you waiting here for me when I get home from work. I want updates on the kids about school. I want to help clean up when everyone has a stomach virus. I want to make salt dough ornaments with the kids at Christmas. I want everyone to have my last name.” He pinches my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Including you.”
“Vincent,” I chide.
As much as I like hearing what he’s saying, it’s because of the situation. Danger does make you realize how precious the things you love are, but making hasty decisions in the heat of all that is never a good choice.
“It’s the adrenaline making you say these things. Ask me again when things have calmed down.”
His smile is wide and meant only for me. “Your first mistake is thinking that I’m asking.”
I open my mouth to argue, but he palms my ass and starts walking us toward the clubhouse. I know what his intentions are. I can feel his need at the apex of my thighs.
As he carries me inside, I glance over his shoulder, seeing Em with her arms still locked around Kincaid. For as brave as she was when they were gone, it’s clear she was just as worried as I was. It’s the one bad thing about being involved with a Cerberus member. Their jobs are dangerous, and all we can do is hope and pray that their skill level is higher than the men they go up against.
“What happened with Keres?” I ask as we enter the hallway toward the bedrooms.
“I’m not talking about Keres right now, Mila,” he says, his tongue licking at the skin on my neck.
“From the tone of your voice, I get the feeling you’ll never tell me everything.”
He pauses, his feet frozen in place as he looks down at me.
“I won’t let that shit taint your mind. It was taken care of.”
“Okay,” I whisper, my eyes dropping to his mouth. “It’s kind of hot when you go all primal and commanding.”
His smile is slow and predatory as we enter our bedroom.
“I’m going to take you hard,” he warns as if he thinks I’d have any type of objection.
“Promise?” I tease, knowing it gets him incredibly riled up that I like everything he does to me.
We could make slow love all damn night, and that would be exactly what I need. He could throw me to the floor and press my face into the area rug and fuck me hard until every muscle ached, and it would be exactly what I need. He’s the common denominator. He’s what I need.
I hiss, mostly in pleasure but some in surprise, when he grips a handful of my hair, using his grip to pull my face closer to his.
“You’re fucking perfect, you know that, right?”
“Vincent,” I whimper, needing his hands on my skin.
The next couple of minutes are a blur of clothes flying and an occasional laugh when he nearly eats the wall, trying to pull his boots off with his jeans tangled around his calves.
I love every aspect of this—that we can go from serious to joking and back to feral in our need for each other.
As rough as he said he needed me, his mouth slows on my skin once I’m naked and splayed out on the bed. He’s reverent in the way he worships my body. He licks and tastes me as if he’s never done it before. It makes every time with him decadent and pleasing.
I ache for him to be inside of me, but I know from experience that trying to rush him doesn’t get me what I want any faster. It doesn’t stop me from pulling on his hair and attempting to urge him higher up my body.