Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 89032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
I don’t know where Cormac is, and I don’t really care.
He’s not my problem.
It’s been a weird night though. I spent most of it unpacking my stuff. I still don’t have any furniture, so I can’t get fully set up, and this house still feels really strange, like I don’t belong here.
I’ll get used to it, but still.
I check the time. It’s almost one in the morning. I hope Cormac’s okay. I mean, I know what he does for a living, but he’s probably fine. The guy seems like he’s made of granite.
Sculpted from heaven.
The front door opens and I sit straight up.
“Hello?” I call out, but nobody answers. I stand and nervously drift into the front hall. I don’t hear anything at first until the shower water starts to run.
There’s something red on the floor. I drift over and stoop down, frowning.
Drops of blood.
My heart quickens. I move up the steps without thinking about it. Both the bedroom and the bathroom doors are open, and I storm through before I realize my mistake.
He’s in the shower. The big, glass shower. With zero privacy. Not a single drop of steam. And very, very naked.
I stare in total shock.
I don’t know what I expected. I mean, I heard the water running. But I saw the blood and instantly worried he might be hurt. I thought I had to help.
Stupid call.
Cormac stares at me as water runs down his incredible body. His muscles gleam in the light. Water drips from his mouth, from his hair, from his shockingly massive dick.
Oh, fuck.
Stop looking at his dick.
“I’m sorry!” I whip around and cover my face with both hands. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I saw blood on the floor and I thought—”
“Not my blood,” he says with a sigh.
I glance down at the floor. His clothes are in a pile, and it looks like there are more stains on his pants and his shirt.
“You’re okay?” I ask, trembling. If I turn around again, I’ll see him. That incredible body. That thick cock. Would that thing even fit in my fist? Why am I thinking about wrapping my hands around him and stroking?
“I’m fine. You don’t have to act like you just committed a crime, you know.”
“I shouldn’t have just barged in here like that. I mean, I heard the water running.”
“I don’t care.”
“Maybe I do.”
The shower turns off. I hear the shower door open and a towel pull down. “I’m decent.”
I glance over my shoulder.
Jesus fucking hell, he is most definitely not.
His lower half is covered. That’s true. But the man’s still damp and he looks like perfection. My heart’s trying to hammer its way to the top of my skull and that insane tingle between my legs is going crazy again.
“You’re sure you’re okay?” I back away into the bedroom.
He comes toward me. “It was a rough night.”
“Want to talk about it?”
“Not really.”
“Okay. Good. I’m not sure I could handle that anyway.” I run into the bed and stop, still staring at him. Go back downstairs. Don’t just stand there. My legs don’t move though. “Do you have a therapist?”
His eyebrows lift. “No, feather. I don’t have a therapist.”
“I’m just saying, if you’re having tough nights, maybe that’d be a good idea.”
“What would I tell her? About all the murders I commit?”
“That’s a good point.”
“I don’t need to talk, feather.” He comes closer, one hand holding the towel. I’m buzzing all over, from toes to ears. “I fucked up tonight. Do you know how many mistakes I’ve made as my family’s Ghostman?”
“I’m guessing not many.”
“None. Not a single time. I’ve been good at this. It’s been my life. Until you.”
My jaw tightens. I steady myself. Anger helps to soften the lust threatening to overwhelm me. “Are you saying I’m somehow at fault for you fucking up?”
“I’m saying that before you, I was perfect.”
“Yeah, great idea. Blame the wife. As if I’m the one running around town strangling people.”
“You’re a distraction. I hurried a job tonight because I wanted to get home to you.”
That confession sends a ping of excitement into my core. “Why would you do that?”
“Because I can’t help myself. I want to be around you.”
“I didn’t ask for you to take Finn’s place, you know.”
“I know that.”
“Don’t act like it’s my fault.” I press a hand against his chest to keep him from getting closer. Which is stupid, because I feel his warm skin and his muscles bulging under my fingers. Holy shit, the man’s incredible. “I didn’t want any of this.”
“I didn’t either.”
“So why am I here right now?”
“Because the alternative was worse.” He reaches back and pulls me into him. I suck in a breath, now both hands pushing him back, but it’s worthless. I’m crushed to him and barely keeping half an inch of space between us. “I couldn’t watch you start a life with Finn. I couldn’t put myself through that hell.”