Total pages in book: 217
Estimated words: 207224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1036(@200wpm)___ 829(@250wpm)___ 691(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 207224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1036(@200wpm)___ 829(@250wpm)___ 691(@300wpm)
“What?”
“Pissing. Me. Off.” Jaw rolling, he lifts his body again, relieving himself of the painful friction of our touching chests. “For fuck’s sake, Rose.” Getting off me, he sits on the edge of the bed and rests his elbows on his knees, dropping his head into his hands. “Why can’t you just be happy?”
I laugh as I push myself up, resting against the headboard. “God, you’re a dick sometimes.” Our peace was short-lived. Again. I could scream. But I don’t. Instead, I growl, pushing myself to the edge.
“Rose, wait.” My wrist is seized, stopping me from standing, and I look back to see Danny stretching across the bed, virtually lying down to reach me. Pain is etched all over his face. He shakes his head, breathing out heavily. “No more fighting.”
“Then stop being a jerk.” I shake him off. “I have needs, you know.”
“Do I?” he asks, sounding truly surprised. I don’t suppose I can blame him. “Because I’m pretty sure you were content. I don’t even know what’s brought this on.”
“Perhaps feeling useless.”
“So you want to learn to drive?”
“Yes! I want to be able to take Daniel to school, or soccer practice, or a friend’s or . . . or . . . or wherever! And when this baby arrives, I’d like to go to the store if I need to. Or take him to the park. Or have coffee with a friend.” What the fuck am I saying? I expect none of those things can happen, but I pray one day they can. Then, when they do, at least I can drive myself around.
“Him?” Danny asks.
“What?” I yell, impatient, scowling at him.
“You said him.” He gets up, tilting his head. “When you referred to the baby, you said him.”
I recoil, thinking. “Did I?”
“Yes.” On narrowed eyes, he starts stalking slowly toward me. “Do you know something I should know?”
“No.”
“You’ve not asked Doc if he knows the sex?”
“No.” I laugh. “I don’t want to know. I want it to be a surprise.”
I’m seized and thrown on the bed, and he’s on me in a shot, pushing my dress up my body to expose my belly. “So, your mother thinks you’re a boy.” His big palms splay over my bump and stroke, and I exhale, settling again. “This is bad, bad news.”
“Why?” I ask.
He bites my hip, and I yelp. “Because I already have an heir for my mafia empire.”
I look down at him in horror, seeing him smirking. “That’s not funny.”
“Neither is your incessant need to rile me.” Crawling up my body, he cages me in. “I’ll teach you to drive.”
“You’ll teach me?” I ask, looking up at his delighted face. I’m not sure I like the sound of this.
“Yes. It’ll give us something else to do together other that fight and fuck.” He reaches down to his pants, biting his lip, hesitant. I know what he’s thinking.
“Yes,” I say, and he breathes out his relief, starting to work his fly. He rolls his hips and he’s quickly inside me. I grab his biceps and we both inhale sharply. “Do you think you have the patience to teach me?”
He starts moving, and I follow his rhythm perfectly, relishing the depth he’s achieving, loving the look of blinding pleasure on his handsome, scarred face. “You think I don’t?” He thrusts suddenly, and I groan.
“I thought you’d be too busy smuggling guns, laundering money, and murdering many enemies to bother yourself with the mundane chore of teaching your wife how to drive.” Especially when he doesn’t really want to. I know what’s happening here. Control.
“I’m never too busy for you, baby.” He dips and kisses me while maintaining his dizzying drives, and, of course, I’m a slave to his attentiveness. “We’ll start as soon as we’re back in Miami.” His pace increases, and I moan around his mouth, feeling my veins starting to heat.
“I could just learn with a professional instructor.”
“I’m professional.”
“At car chases, perhaps. Oh God.”
“You coming, baby?”
“Yes!” My head starts to swim with heat, my legs shifting on the bed, stretching, tensing, my mouth ravenous for his as the pressure builds between my legs. Danny’s pace increases, urgency overcoming him, and he presses his fists into the mattress, lifting, getting more leverage, his hips moving like pistons. “Danny!”
His head drops back, sweat pours, and he roars to the ceiling, thrusting hard and pushing me over the edge. The explosion between my thighs sends shockwaves through me, and I shake beneath him as he trembles above me, his hips now pulsing, his cock surging, his muscles rippling.
“Fuck.” He drops, blanketing me, and our rushed, labored breathing fills the room. “Thank you,” he pants. Thank you for trusting him with my body again.
He pulls out of me and falls to his back, his face cut, his jaw tight, his jeans halfway down his legs. “God, we fight and fuck like pros,” he wheezes, and I laugh as I pull my dress down and get to my knees, removing them the rest of the way for him, taking his boxers with them.