Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
My heart starts to pound as we roll up to the gate. A few moments later the gates part to let us drive through. After we stop, Marco helps me out of the car but doesn't release my hand when my feet hit the ground.
“Be careful, Sienna,” he says and squeezes my hand.
“I will.” He releases me, and again guilt gnaws at my insides.
Marco has been an uncle to me since I was a little girl. But as I step forward, I realize the guilt isn't strong enough to make me turn around and get back into the SUV.
I’m immediately relieved when I enter to sign my paperwork and the jerk from before isn’t there. I’m guessing I’ve seen the last of him, and I’m thankful for it.
I get my usual pat-down before I’m led down the same long hallway, and my stomach tightens when they pull open the door. I don’t have to search for Kai. There’s no missing him even from across the room. The visitors’ center isn't as full today as it was last time, but he’d stand out even if it was packed. His eyes lock right on me, and I’m frozen in place.
“You going in?” the guard asks.
“Right,” I answer and scurry through the door.
He stands from his seat as I draw closer, and I'm overcome by his size. I remember him being big but not this big. It doesn’t stop my feet from moving closer, and when I’m in front of him, I wrap my arms around his waist and hold myself against his big body.
He stands rock solid for a long moment before he returns the hug. A peace falls over me for a moment, and I know I did the right thing coming here. Something brushes the top of my head and I hear him inhale as he presses his nose there. It’s not the only thing I feel, as something hard digs into my stomach. Heat rushes between my thighs as desire unlike anything I’ve ever known takes hold of my body. I try and pretend I don’t notice it when we break the hug.
He doesn’t say anything, but the way he’s looking at me says more than words could. I duck my head as I take a seat at the table. He doesn’t sit across from me, but instead takes the one to my right. Maybe it’s so people can’t hear what we’re saying, or maybe it’s because he wants to be closer to me. I hear the chair groan when he sits down, and for some crazy reason that only turns me on even more. God, he’s huge.
“Thank you for seeing me.” My mouth feels dry, and I’m unable to meet his eyes. Instead, I stare at his arms and the tattoos that cover his skin. My fingers itch to reach out and touch the designs, so I fold them together in my lap.
“What man would ever tell you no?”
When I lift my head finally to meet his gaze, those cold blue eyes pierce every part of me.
“I suppose…” I’m not sure what to say, so I look around at all the other visitors. “Do you get a lot of visitors?”
“No.” He pauses as he looks down at my mouth. “I can’t remember the last time I was with a woman.” There’s a long pause while my heart tries to beat out of my chest. “And never one as beautiful as you.” He presses his lips tight together like he didn’t mean to say that out loud.
Again I stare at his tattoos because those cold blue eyes are too intense.
“Are you going to tell me why you wanted to see me?” When I look up again, his gaze is stern. “I’m guessing your father doesn't know about this visit, which could get me killed.”
“Oh god,” I whisper, not realizing what I’ve done. “No, I didn’t tell him, but I will. I’ll talk to him.”
“Okay.” His leg brushes up against mine, and the simple act has my nipples tightening. I wonder if he feels this same pull to me or if it’s only in my head. “Tell me why you’re here.”
“I wanted to say thank you for what you did.”
“You said that already in your letter.” He’s stoic now, giving nothing away.
“So you got it?” He nods, and I try to hide my disappointment.
“Tell me why you’re really here.” His tone is firm as he issues the order.
“I needed to see you,” I admit in a rush. “I can’t stop thinking about you. God, I even dream of you.” I know my face is turning redder by the second, but I keep my eyes locked with his. What do I have to lose at this point? He either tells me to leave or he wants me to stay.
“You dream about me?” I nod as he leans in closer. “What do I do in your dreams?”