Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
A wicked little smile ghosts across her mouth. “You could go work out, or you could join me.”
My brain has a one-second delay, trying to reboot so I can act like a rational adult, but need obliterates the attempt. I practically trip over my own damn feet getting to her.
Steam curls out of the shower by the time I shut the door behind us. Roxie stands at the edge of the shower with her back to me, her fingers hooking into the waistband of her leggings.
She doesn’t look over her shoulder this time, just peels them down slowly, like she knows I’m watching. Like she wants me watching.
My pulse kicks hard enough to shake something loose in my ribs. I step in behind her, close enough that the heat coming off her bare skin seeps into me.
“Are you sure about this?” My voice comes out sounding wrecked and rough. “I need to hear you say it, angel.”
“Yes,” she whispers, resting her head on my shoulder and looking up at me. “I want you, Chance.”
My restraint snaps clean in half.
I reach for her gently but with an urgency I can’t hide, sliding my palms over her hips and pulling her back against me. She lets out a soft sigh, leaning into my chest like she’s been waiting to fit there all along.
Lowering my head, I press a kiss to her shoulder, then another to the curve of her neck, lingering on her pulse. The way it flutters beneath my lips makes something primal surge up inside me, protective, hungry, and reverent all at the same time.
My hand trails up to cup her jaw and I kiss her again, deeper this time, letting everything I felt bleed into it. Her hands fist in my shirt, and I break away long enough to pull the damn thing off, then my pants, and then nothing separates us anymore.
The shower roars behind her, a curtain of steam filling the room as I open the door, walking forward to guide her inside. Hot water runs in rivulets down her shoulders, her spine, and her thighs, and for a moment I forget every coherent thought I’ve ever had.
She turns toward me in the spray, her wet hair clinging to her skin, and I step under it with her, caging her gently against the tiled wall and letting her know she has me right here. All of me.
Her fingers trail over my chest in slow and exploratory patterns, and I feel every drag of her nails like an electrical current.
“Chance,” she murmurs, breathless as her gaze comes up to mine.
“Yeah?” I practically growl.
“Touch me.”
I don’t make her say it twice. My hands skim up her sides, across her ribs, then down to her hips, guiding her leg to hook around mine so she can arch against me. I kiss her again, wet and hot and hungry, the sound of water muffling the little whimpers coming out of her.
A loud knock on the door makes us both jump, but then she grins up at me when Dillon’s voice filters through it a beat later. “Rox? Dinner’s just about ready. Do you know where Chance is? I’ve already checked the gym.”
I hold her gaze for a beat, and when she gives a small nod, I feel a smirk creep across my lips. “I’m in here.”
Half a heartbeat later, the door crashes open, ricocheting off the wall with a loud bang. Dillon storms in, sandy hair falling across his forehead and his shirt already off. A grin spread on his face as he takes us in, me pressing her against the wall and our chests heaving.
“There’s no way we’re all going to fit in there,” he says. “Finish up. I’ll get Boone.”
With that, he turns and leaves us alone again, and Roxie stifles a giggle until I lower my mouth back to hers. The sound quickly turns into a moan and her hands slide around my neck, pulling me back into another kiss, and I let myself get lost in her.
My cock is rock-hard, throbbing against the smooth, slick skin of her stomach, but not even that is as undeniable as the emotion that races through me as her tongue strokes mine. I’m falling for her. Fast and hard, and I’d burn the world down before I let anything touch her.
I wrench my mouth away from hers, panting as I slide my fingers down her arm and wrap them around her much smaller hand.
“Let’s go.”
Dillon strides back into the bathroom. Grabbing a massive fluffy towel off the rail, he wraps it around her shoulders, eyes burning with heat as he steps closer.
As he moves the towel back and forth, he lowers his head to claim her lips for a searing kiss. I watch, transfixed, as he devours her mouth with that same intensity I usually only see him commit to work. Boone stands in the doorway, watching with me as Dillon breaks the kiss, kneeling in front of her under the pretense of drying her legs.