Total pages in book: 227
Estimated words: 220940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1105(@200wpm)___ 884(@250wpm)___ 736(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 220940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1105(@200wpm)___ 884(@250wpm)___ 736(@300wpm)
“I was just going to call you,” he says as I close the door behind us and he takes his bag.
“I heard you’ve been busy,” I quip, raising my brows. “Be careful, Doc, that ticker of yours isn’t as strong as it once was.”
“You’re a terrible man, Brad Black.”
I laugh to myself. “I know.”
“Anyway”—he looks up and down the corridor—“the results.”
I swallow, bracing myself, my stomach flipping. Fuck, am I nervous? “What about them?”
“All clear.” He walks off, and I turn, following him with my eyes.
“Completely?” I ask, not daring to believe it.
“As a whistle.”
I sag on the spot. Then straighten, my lips pressing together, my steps reversing back up the corridor, my dick singing its happiness. I push my way into my room and follow the sound of running water. She’s under the spray.
Wet.
Naked.
My cock weeps. I pull her out of the stall and throw her over my shoulder.
“Oh my God,” she gasps.
“It’s about to be oh my Brad.” I toss her on the bed and rip off my T-shirt and jeans before laying myself all over her.
She laughs. Holds my face. “Hello, again.”
“Hello,” I whisper. “I just saw Doc.”
“Oh?” She bites at her lip. “And?”
“And . . .” I shift up her body and fall into place between her legs. “I’m all yours, my love.” I push forward and sink into her slowly. And the feeling? It’s inexplicable. “Fucking hell,” I whisper, closing my eyes, the pleasure starting at my toes and rippling up through my body. I have to hold still. Absorb the feel of her tight muscles wrapped around me. “Good God, Pearl.” I’m fucking shaking with the exertion to pull myself back from the edge, my breathing controlled, and when I release myself from my darkness, I see her more clearly than I ever have before.
Red.
Mine.
“What?” she asks quietly, her gaze unsure as she studies me. “Are you okay?”
“I don’t know,” I admit, lifting my upper body, needing to see all of her as I drive deep, pump slowly, grind firmly. I do know. I do fucking know.
Fuck.
She looks incredible, her body accepting, absorbing me.
Kiss her.
I fall to my forearms, claiming her lips, kissing her deeply, with more feeling and passion than I’ve ever kissed a woman.
“Brad,” she murmurs.
Coming.
“I’ve got you,” I whisper. “Always got you.”
But has she got me? Because I have never been more terrified of anything in my life. She’s the difference between existing and living. Loving and hating. Killing and reviving.
I stare down at her as I make love to her, watching her as she watches me, both of us studying each other so carefully. What is she thinking? “My love,” I whisper, my body sinking into hers over and over, my heart kicking more with each drive. Not in exertion. No. I fucking love her, and it’s truly fucking with my head.
“My love,” she says quietly in answer, a silent, mutual understanding passing between us.
The moment is intense.
So beautiful.
She whimpers, jerks, and her release triggers mine, everything I have pouring into her in long surges, my shakes now out of control.
My heart exploding.
Her mouth becomes harder on mine, our kiss deeper, while I hold myself inside her, pulsing, releasing, absorbing her quivering walls, relishing the feel of her constricting around me, milking me.
I endure the sensitivity until I have to stop moving, my cock twitching in the aftermath. “You’re shaking,” I say, my voice rough. She pushes her face into the crook of my neck, gasping for air, clinging on. She doesn’t speak. Doesn’t show herself to me.
Is she feeling what I’m feeling?
“Pearl?”
“Brad?”
“You okay?”
“I think so.”
I settle on top of her, nudging her face from my neck, and she gazes up at me, her eyes on fire. She’s definitely feeling what I’m feeling. I encase her face with my palms. “I know I am,” I say, and she swallows, nodding her head, albeit jerkily. “I’m really okay.” I blanket her and feel her arms stroking across my back, the moment calm. Quiet.
Until my cell rings. I groan, putting my forehead on hers. “I have to go.”
“Don’t get shot,” she says quietly, giving me an extra squeeze before releasing me.
Engaging my stomach muscles, I get up, grabbing my cell out of my jeans pocket. “I’m coming,” I say.
“Where the hell are you?” Danny snaps.
“I said I’m coming.” I hang up and pull on my jeans.
“Can we go for dinner tonight?” she asks. “Just me and you?”
Dinner. Like a couple? “I’ll do whatever you want me to do.” I’d walk to the end of the earth for her, I swear, and probably step off the edge of it. “I don’t know what time I’ll be back.”
“I can wait.” She shrugs. “I know this life is unpredictable. Someone may pop up that needs killing.”
I laugh lightly. “Yeah.” One every fucking hour at the moment. “I’ll try my best,” I say. I really will, because soon she’ll hopefully be on the jet to St. Lucia, and it’s going to be fucking painful watching her go.