Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 136247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 681(@200wpm)___ 545(@250wpm)___ 454(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 681(@200wpm)___ 545(@250wpm)___ 454(@300wpm)
“Now I know,” she whispers, still trying to catch her breath.
“Know what?”
“What the big deal over sex is.” Closing her eyes, she flops down deeper into the mattress. “With you, it’s like nothing on Earth.”
Just when I think she couldn’t make me smile any harder...
Well, hell, she’s right.
What I just experienced with her was like nothing I’ve ever had in my life.
Talk about worrisome.
Now that we’ve unleashed a passion a whole decade in the making, nothing else will ever compare.
Now that we’re more than just friends—happy lovers—there’s no way I can ever stop it from taking over everything we thought we knew.
I wake up to the sun painting the sky rosy pink.
Still sound asleep, Tory pulls the sheet over her naked body tighter, wrapped up next to me.
Let her rest.
It’s amazing I’m even awake, considering I’d never gone so many consecutive rounds as we’d had last night.
Six times.
That’s how often I let that little minx ruin me with the hottest, ball-busting nuts of my life. If you asked me to remember how many times I sent her over the ledge, I couldn’t tell you to save my life.
It’s even more incredible I want her again.
Fuck.
I’m officially out of my depth when it comes to this woman.
Needing to prove that I still have a faint shred of self-control, I ease off the bed and quietly walk to the bathroom. Thinking she’s so tired she won’t hear, I step into the shower and turn on the water.
The cold spray helps wash away a little of the black magic spell she’s got on me.
At least I feel human again, and not like a frigging wolf in mating season.
Yeah. I’m gonna have to set some boundaries.
We want each other, we want to enjoy each other, fine.
It just can’t go anywhere further right now. Beyond sex.
My past and present won’t allow it. Not till my dire situation clears up.
Bat Pickett thinks I killed his brother.
I hadn’t, but I’d wanted to.
Justin Franklin, a great agent, never should’ve went down the way he did—especially not in that godforsaken bust.
He ought to be alive and happy, making love to his woman and watching his kids grow up. He had a wife and two sons. Boys who’ll never know their father. And the only reason he died is because he was by my side, trying to put one more devil behind bars.
It doesn’t help that Jake died like the savage he was, drowned by a pack of fellow demons.
I shove my head under the spray of water, trying to wash away the images that crash through my head like a bad movie I had to live.
Jake Pickett leering over me, back at the interrogation in the OKC, looking like he wanted to reach across the table with those freakishly huge fingers and snap my fucking neck.
If only he’d fucking tried.
The call from his girl, Janie, hearing how scared she was, how she knew she shouldn’t even be talking to us, but she didn’t have another choice.
I promised we’d keep her safe.
A promise I’d damn well broken even when I gave it my best.
Justin smiling as he climbed in his car, telling me he couldn’t rest easy till we had Pickett’s girlfriend in witness protection. He knew as well as I did that her flipping on her rat-fuck of a boyfriend would give us an express ticket to lock up Jake and take apart his grimy little laundromat distribution system.
It ain’t fair, goddammit.
There was no justice.
And now, thanks to some shady insider, Jake’s equally wicked little brother is gonna walk out into the broad daylight and come up here.
For me and everybody else I’ve been stupid enough to reel into my web of a life.
Tory deserves better, and so does Dallas. They deserve to—
Something touches my shoulder.
My eyes fly open and I whip around.
My heart skips a beat at the sight of a smile like sunshine and blue eyes as naked as the rest of her, promising a damn good morning.
“I missed you when I woke up.” Tory steps closer, lays her hands on my chest, and stretches on her toes. “Knew you hadn’t gone too far. Good morning, Quinn,” she says, laying her lips on mine.
That’s all it takes before I have her against the wall, pulling at her bottom lip with my teeth, pushing one hand between her legs.
I think it’s the longest shower of my life, but I’m not complaining one bit.
Roughly an hour passes before we’re on our way to the Neuman place, and for the life of me, all I can think about is the killer fuckery in the shower we just shared.
She’d gone down on her knees like she sensed my tension, locking those luscious lips around my dick in a soft pink ring, launching me to heaven.
Just thinking about her mouth so full of me turns my brain on again.