Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Her moan was louder this time when I palmed her breasts, and she closed her hands over mine. Her back arched, encouraging me, and a smile twitched on my lips. She might want control, but this position made that difficult.
She turned her head over her shoulder and yanked me down into her intense kiss. Shit, she tasted good. The desire for her was so strong, I couldn’t keep control of myself. My hands fell from her breasts, caressing down her bare stomach to the belt of her pants, sliding the leather from the buckle.
I wasn’t fast enough, because she pushed my hands out of the way and undid her pants herself, shoving them down to sit low on her hips.
Shit, I’d never wanted anything more than this woman in my whole miserable life.
When her pants puddled at her ankles, I guided her to step out of them, so she was clad only in her underwear. She turned in my arms, slamming her mouth against mine.
Like the other night, she was impatient. Her soft hand glided down my stomach and settled on my belt, and although I wanted it badly, I also wasn’t ready to relinquish control. Maybe next time I’d let her—
Next time?
There could be no next time.
I stepped back from her hands, parted the flimsy mosquito netting hanging over the bed, and held it open for her.
“Get on the bed,” I said.
I watched every sexy curve of her body as she crawled across the mattress on her knees, then turned and waited for me to follow.
The gun came off first, and I placed it on the nightstand where it’d be easily within reach. Next, my sweater and shirt. Her eyes locked with mine through the gauzy curtain that was like a soft-focus lens on her. I hurried with my pants until I was left in only my boxers, ready to join her.
More than ready—aching for her.
Her sultry green eyes were large when I slipped through the curtain and knelt beside her. Her gaze wasn’t focused on mine, though. She studied my chest, which was adorned with wounds as well. The pads of her fingers touched my shoulder and the pale, circular scar.
“Where?”
“Syria.” Where a bullet had shattered my clavicle. Her fingertips dragged down to another one surrounded by my chest hair. A particularly nasty one, an electrical burn. “Saudi Arabia.”
She lingered over the scar near my waist that was only six months old. So fresh the healing skin still itched at times. That knife had been dangerously close to a kidney. “Germany.”
My scars were in service of my country, just like hers.
The thought burned away when her fingers curled around the waistband of my boxers and urged their rapid descent. Her gaze flicked up to mine when she discovered the old scar in front of my right hip, and a smile curled my lips.
“Kentucky.” My appendix when I was fifteen.
I urged her onto her back, set a hand on her shoulder, and trailed it slowly down the slope of her body that was sexy as sin. Over her breasts, down her stomach, onto a hip covered with the band of underwear. As my palm slid inward, she parted her knees and made room, encouraging me to put my hand between her thighs.
I pressed my fingers to the lace there, rubbing one tight circle against her clit. It made her hand clench the sheet beneath her, and the sound she gave was a whiny moan. It was another language I understood.
More.
My rapid pulse beat faster still as I caressed and rubbed her through her dampening panties, enjoying the way she writhed and bowed on the bed. Watching her, hearing her, touching her . . . My dick was so goddamn hard, it throbbed.
There should have been more foreplay. I wanted to take my time, even though I didn’t have any, since I wasn’t supposed to be here.
Yet her hand closed around my dick, stroking me from tip to base, and all thought vaporized. It felt so good, my vision blurred. I was in over my head with her, but it was too late. The only desire now was to finish what she’d started against the wall of her cabin two nights ago.
There was a condom in my pants pocket, just in case things got out of control, which I had desperately hoped for. I leaned over and fished it out of my wadded pants on the floor. I held it up for her, pinned between my index and middle fingers, my breath tight in my chest. “Yes?”
She licked her lips and nodded. “Fuck, yes.”
I dropped the unopened condom onto her stomach because her panties were begging to be removed, and I obeyed, yanking them down her long legs so she could be as naked as I was. And while I did it, she picked up the condom and tore open the wrapper.