Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 147545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 738(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 738(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
“He didn’t like me being there to see you.”
I swallow. “That wasn’t… It wasn’t like that.”
“Then what was it like?” he asks, still holding me suspended off the bench.
“He’s seen the pain your family has caused me. Yeah, you might have picked up on him being a little protective, but it doesn’t come from a possessive place. Just a human place. It’s empathy, not romantic interest. He wasn’t jealous. He just didn’t want a guy who hurts some girl he works with hanging around to torture her. He would act the same way about any girl he works with. He’s just a good guy.”
“Do you want a good guy?”
If somebody asked me that question at any other moment in my life, I would have said yes, but that is clearly not the right answer here unless I want to land Josh in hot water. Logically, I even realize that if I’m looking over the list of Tor’s attributes, I couldn’t possibly put him on that list. Most people think Tor’s a good guy, just like they think Tim was a good guy. They’re wrong on both counts.
I obviously can’t say that, though. Even if he probably knows the answer, no one wants to be told they’re a bad person.
I know the stakes are high too, because just a minute ago, he was telling me how he would cheerfully murder any man who touched what’s his—and then claimed me as his territory in the next breath. He could not have been clearer about his expectations here, as well as the potential consequences if I’m not on the same page.
My heart skips a beat, and I lick my lips, hoping I’m about to say the right thing. “I want you.”
He holds my gaze for a moment, searching, appraising. My explanation and response must satisfy him because he lets go. “Take your shirt off.”
Regarding him warily, I do—and I knock my hat off in the process.
I wasn’t planning on getting naked in front of anyone today, so I’m wearing a cheap black bra that doesn’t even slightly match the purple panties I was wearing.
Tor’s lips curve up appreciatively. “That, too.”
I reach back and unhook my bra, then I lean forward to drop it on the stack of clothes behind him. He catches me when I lean close, one hand caressing my side, the other sliding possessively over my breast, his thumb grazing my nipple. It pebbles instantly, and the pleasure that ripples through me makes my head swim. His hand leaves my breast and slides up, wrapping around my neck. My head lolls as he grips my throat, using it to pull me close so he can kiss me again.
He’s the best kisser. Every thought in my head drifts away as he makes love to my mouth. My arm slides around his torso so I can hold him, and my free hand slides up his neck, along his strong jawline to the side of his face, and then my fingers sink into his soft dark hair as he plunders my mouth. I can feel the emptiness inside my body. I need him to fill it.
I’m already completely lost in him when he rumbles, “Get on your knees.”
My eyes drift open like I’m coming out of a coma.
I must take too long to comply because he grabs my ponytail and coils it around his hand, then he pulls tight and murmurs against my mouth, “Now.”
The breath rushes out of me. I want more kisses, but my pussy throbs at the loving roughness of his command, at the way he pulls my hair to get his way. I’m on the floor of the boat a second later, looking up at him.
He caresses my face approvingly. “Have you ever done this before?”
My gaze drifts to the bulge in his pants. He’s sitting with his legs spread on either side of me, so it’s pretty much right in front of my face.
I look back up at him and shake my head.
“Good.”
I brace my hands on his thighs. “We’ll see how long you think so,” I say lightly. “I might not be good at it.”
He smiles, his gaze locked on me. “Not possible.”
I wait a second to see if he gives me any direction, but he waits, too, like he wants to see what I do naturally.
So I let my hands slide up his thighs, over the bulge, and grab the waistband of his jeans. My gaze flickers to his to make sure I’m doing what he wants, then I slip the button through the hole. Next, I drag down the zipper. Tor lifts his hips, and I tug them down the same way he tugged down mine.
His boxer briefs are next, and when his cock springs free, my breath catches. It’s the first time I’ve really been able to look at it. The night Tim died, we were in a rush, and the night in the motel room, Tor woke me up with sex. I didn’t get to participate in the lead-up at all.