Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 73302 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73302 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“You can’t be as confident as you sound.”
“I’m determined.”
I nodded, face still buried in his chest. “Me too.”
“You’re not a kid, no matter what any of them say.”
“I hope you don’t think so, considering what we did before all that.” I waved my hand toward the front yard.
Zach chuckled. “I found you very grown-up and very capable.”
I pulled back and smiled up at him until he spoke again.
“Who’s X?”
“You know I’m not going to tell you that.”
“Is that who called you the other night?”
“Yes, I’m sure you were listening to every word, and I’m sure you could deduce that easily enough.”
“True. Despite the fact that Ivanov is still on the loose, I’m actually really good at my job.”
“Do your superiors think so?”
He grimaced. “They think I’m a liability, but they can’t deny I get results.”
“My family thinks I’m always short on results.”
“Have you ever really tried to do what they asked before now?”
I thought for a moment. Had I? “No.”
“Then you have no idea how good you are.”
“Why are you being so fucking nice to me? Shouldn’t you hate me? Shouldn’t you want to put me in jail?”
“Yeah, I should.”
His tone had changed. He no longer sounded confident. Was he as unsure as I was? I looked up, and our eyes met. A jolt raced through me, all the way down to my toes. I didn’t like how easily he affected me, so I pushed away from him. I shouldn’t let myself want him as badly as I did.
I didn’t do complicated, and this was fucking complicated in every way. Remington was finally trusting me with an assignment. I shouldn’t be fucking a government agent who could betray me at any time. I had to stay wary. Taking pleasure from him was one thing, but softness? I shouldn’t let myself go there.
I walked into the kitchen and reached for the bottle of whiskey I’d left on the counter. Suddenly, Zach was there, pulling it out of my hand.
“What the fuck?”
“That’s not what you need.”
“If I want a drink, I’ll fucking have one whenever I want.”
“I’ve got something better.” He pressed me against the counter, and his hips connected with mine. When he thrust against me, I dropped my head back and tried to remember how to breathe.
“Zach.”
“I like that. Say it again.”
“I thought you didn’t want me to know your name.”
“I changed my mind when you almost fucking died.”
“I wasn’t really going to die. I just…”
“I’m sorry about the necklace.” He spoke the words against my skin as he ran his lips along my neck.
“I… what are we doing?”
“I don’t know. I don’t think we should talk about it.”
I slid my fingers through the belt loops of his jeans and pulled him tight against me, even though it made my hand sting. I wanted him to feel what his attention was doing to me. If we stopped thinking and let our bodies have what they wanted, I wasn’t going to feel my hand for much longer. “I don’t want to talk.”
He growled and cupped my face in his hands, holding me still so he could kiss me. He was gentle at first, but before long, the kiss turned rough like he was claiming me. I opened my mouth and let him have what he wanted.
His tongue slid along mine, and I worked my hips against his, feeling his hard cock press into mine. In no time, I was out of control, desperately gripping the back of his shirt with my good hand, trying to lift it up and over his head.
“Don’t hurt yourself,” he murmured.
He remembered I was injured. Most of the men I hooked up with would never have thought about my hand or cared if I got hurt. They were only interested in getting off. I didn’t want that callousness from Zach. I wanted his concern, tenderness, and this out-of-control need.
What was happening to me? Why did I want to close these feelings off while also wanting to feel even more? I wasn’t sure I’d be able to breathe if Zach walked away right then.
He let go of me long enough to pull his shirt off and toss it on the floor.
“Pants too,” I demanded.
He grinned as he unfastened his pants, then shoved them and his briefs down. I stared at his cock as it sprang free. He was so eager to fuck me he was already leaking.
When I met his gaze again, I sucked in my breath at the intensity in his eyes. It was too much. He saw way too far inside me.
I turned around, bent over the counter, and shook my ass at him.
“Go ahead. Take what you want.”
“Do you want me to fuck you? To ride you hard? Make you scream?”
“God, yes.”
I hummed as he ran his hands up and down the back of my thighs, cupped my ass, then slid his palms up my back. It felt good, but I needed to feel his skin on mine and his cock buried inside me. “You want this too. Don’t play with me.”