Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 60497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
I close my eyes and whimper at the tease, lifting my hips, pulling him deeper inside me but not enough.
“Look at me,” he says, and as I set my gaze on his, he slowly glides inside me, shifting his hips, filling me up, and making sure I feel his thickness until we’re fully joined.
When he begins to move, once again it’s not hard and fast, it’s with reverence, letting me know how much I mean to him. And if I have any doubt, all I need to do is look into those green orbs to know he’s right there with me. Feeling every emotion that’s overwhelming me, just as it is him.
He glides in and out, beginning to pick up the pace, his deep stare never breaking. With each thrust, my need grows until he shifts his hips and he takes me harder. It doesn’t take long for the familiar tingling to begin. Three more consecutive drives inside me and my release takes over. I’m overcome with emotion, my climax a glorious, intense thing that’s filled with wonder.
And love.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Rainey
I pull up to my office and because it’s so early, I find a spot out front. Grabbing my tote with all my notes, laptop, and the usual heavy items I tossed in, I walk to the front entrance. Before I can unlock the door, a shadow appears behind me, and I spin around to face whoever it is.
“Adam!” I all but shriek. “Don’t sneak up on me like that!”
To my surprise, he takes a step back, holding up both hands. “I just want to talk.”
Narrowing my gaze, I say, “So talk.” No way am I letting him into the office where I’d be alone with him. I hang the tote bag over one shoulder, fold my arms across my chest, and wait.
He wipes a bead of sweat off his forehead but obviously realizes he’s not getting into my air-conditioned office because he starts speaking immediately. “I was fired.”
“Good.” And not a surprise, I think, as I wait for the explosion of his temper, hoping Kaylee comes in early today, too.
“You reported me, I assume? My supervisor didn’t say who complained, just that it was enough for her to know I’m a liability and not an asset.”
I narrow my gaze and curl my fingers around my keys, knowing I have nothing on me to use for defense. Then again, he’s not angry, sarcastic, or mean. Not yet. “Why are you so calm?”
He runs a hand over his face. “I fucked up.”
“Which time?” I ask him. He narrows his gaze and I hold up one hand. “Sorry. Go on.” I shouldn’t be antagonizing him while he seems civil.
“I’ve been an arrogant ass. When you said no to my proposal, I snapped. I thought we belonged together—”
“It had been six months, and I’d given you no indication I was ready for that.”
He nods. “I realize that now.”
“Adam, I have to ask. What’s with the nice guy act?”
I try to think if I’ve seen this side of him when we started dating, and I honestly can’t remember. I never considered us to be serious, although when I date someone, I’m exclusive. I’m not the type of woman to jump from man to man.
“When my supervisor let me go, she told me I had talent in my field and that she’d give me a good reference, but she couldn’t have me working for the museum anymore.” He pauses, sliding his hands into his pants pockets. “I was pissed. Went to the nearest bar and drank until I couldn’t stand.”
I wince.
“I don’t remember calling my father for a ride, but apparently, I did. When I woke up in my childhood bed, I looked in the mirror, and I didn’t like what I saw.” He hesitates, then says, “Neither did my family. And they sat me down to tell me about it.”
“That couldn’t have been easy.”
He shakes his head. “I took a ride along A1A and stopped to look at the ocean. And I realized I could go on the way I have been, thinking I was God’s gift to women—though frankly, only my mother believes that—or I could wake up, get my act together, and try to be a decent man.” He pauses. “I’m going with trying to being the good guy for once.”
My mouth parts in surprise. “I don’t know what to say.” Or whether to believe him.
“I don’t blame you. But I came to apologize. Explain. And to tell you I took a job at a museum in California. I think distance is good right now.”
There’s so much to digest from this conversation that I don’t know where to begin. I could start with, is he really leaving? Am I finished dealing with him in any way?
I meet his gaze. “I wish you well, Adam.” It’s all I can manage.