Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
She doesn't ask a single question about what we found out there until we walk through the front door. I think she's a little afraid to ask. But as soon as we cross the threshold, she spins to face me, her hands tangled together. Anxiety written all over her face. "Tell me," she pleads quietly. "I can't stand not knowing what you found anymore."
"We found his backpack," I murmur, pulling her into my arms. "He was in the woods at some point this weekend, baby."
"Do you think…?"
"I don't know, Red. But we'll go right back out tomorrow and keep looking. We won't stop until he's home again," I promise. "The important thing right now is that he was out there. That's good news."
"Yeah," she whispers, pressing her face against my throat. "I want him home, Emmett."
"I know you do."
Her tears soak my skin as she cries quietly. I scoop her up into my arms, carrying her to the bedroom. She doesn't issue a single complaint as I carry her into the bathroom and then set her on the vanity long enough to start the shower.
I strip quickly before I set to work on her clothes, tugging them from her body with gentle hands. By the time she's naked, she isn't crying anymore. She's just quiet, emotionally drained, I think.
I step into the shower with her in my arms, steam billowing around us.
"Did you mean it?" she asks, tipping her head back to look at me.
I don't have to ask to know what she means. I see the vulnerability in her eyes. Even now, she's afraid to let herself believe that I was meant for her, as if I'm somehow more than her. Or maybe it's simply that she feels guilty for being happy when so much is going wrong.
"I meant it, Red." I cup her cheeks, raining kisses across her face. "I love you. I love your heart. I love your spirit. I love your sweetness. I love the way you squeak when you're embarrassed. I love the adorable shit you say. I love the way you love your brother. I love you."
"I love you too," she chokes, tears spilling down her cheeks again.
My goddamn heart pulses, growing eight sizes. My cock grows too, pointing at her like a divining rod. She feels it and moans softly.
"Don't worry about that right now, baby. Just let me take care of you."
"That's not what I want. It's not what I need." She shakes her head, adamant. "I'm not going to break, Emmett. Please don't treat me like I will. I need you to love me the same way you did before he didn't come home last night."
"I can't do that."
Her brows furrow, disappointment filling her eyes.
"I can't do it because I love you more than that today, Nina." I press her back against the shower, more than willing to give her what she wants, though. If she needs to use my body to forget for a while, I'll give her that. I'll love her until my name is the only thing she remembers. If I can't make the goddamn world what she needs right now, then I'll be her entire world so long as we're in this shower. And when we leave it, she can don her armor again. I'll help put her back together.
Her expression softens as I chase her lips with mine, kissing her deeply. Water pounds down around us, steam shutting out the rest of the world as I run my hands all over her, touching her everywhere. Kissing her until she's mewling. I could do this shit all day—just love her. Christ, I could do it for a lifetime.
I drop to my knees, lifting one of her gorgeous legs up over my shoulder. My lips run up her inner thigh, tasting droplets of water and her juices. She's already wet, already ready for me.
"Emmett!" Her hands sink into my hair, holding me to her as I feast, using my lips and tongue to drive her right to the brink. I lick and suck and fucking eat until she's sobbing my name and grinding against my face.
I grunt, loving every fucking second of it…licking up every drop she spills as she shatters on my tongue, crying out for me. I could live off her pussy and die happy. When all of this is over, I might just try it.
I haul myself to my feet, lifting her up in my arms. Her legs encircle my waist, her nails digging into my shoulders.
I lick water from the divot of her collarbone as I yank her down on my cock, filling her in one deep thrust.
We groan together as her tight cunt wraps around me, squeezing me in a vise. Jesus. There's nothing better than this. Nothing sweeter than the feel of her in my arms. Nothing more perfect than the two of us together. I don't just want this now. I want it forever.