Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
“You’re too damn cocky,” I mutter. I know it’s weak. I should be irate that he kidnapped me, called into my work—not to mention drugged me—but apparently, I’m just as crazy as he is because I kind of like that he has gone off the deep end to get me back. In a way, it feels like he might love me as desperately as I love him.
Shit. Fuck. Damn. I do love him. That’s why it hurt so much to think he cheated on me. The feeling terrified me so much that I ran. Hell. I’ve regretted pushing him away since that day in the parking lot, and even before that, if I’m honest. I’m not about to tell him that right now. We have shit we need to work out.
Hell, I’m as nutty as he is. I’m kind of happy he kidnapped me to prove his love. I like he was that desperate to be with me. God, I’m deranged, too. Of course, that’s something he can’t just go around doing in the future. Right now, I’m too tired to fight with him. I tell myself that’s the only reason I let him pull me close and snuggle me. I also say that’s the reason the kiss on my shoulder feels so good. It’s probably also the reason that I easily fall asleep in his arms—in the arms of a crazy man who loves me, and one I love more than anything in the world.
24
MAKE ME YOURS
CANDYMAN
I smile as the warmth of Izzy’s body fills me completely. Jesus, I’ve missed her. It felt like a part of me was cut off—completely gone—and I was slowly dying without it. We talked more last night when we woke up to have dinner together. I released her from the chains, and we called a truce. There’s still more we need to discuss, but she admitted she missed me, too. She sat in my lap and fed me, while I fed her. For the first time since she told me it was over, I’m breathing easily. Today, I just need to get her to admit that we’re going to do this together. Whatever I need to do to keep her, I will. I cannot give her up. I refuse.
I bite my lip to keep from groaning. She keeps rubbing her ass against my cock—which is so hard that it’s physically painful at this point. I’ve got one hand on her breast and without thought, I knead the fleshy mound and brush my thumb against her nipple. I know I shouldn’t, but fuck, it would take a saint not to touch her at this point. I’ve been putting up with her grinding her perfect little ass against my dick for the last hour.
Izzy took a quick shower last night after we ate and put on one of my T-shirts afterward. This worked out well for me because I have much easier access than I did when she was wearing jeans. I practically whimper when I discover she didn’t put her panties back on either. Her pussy is wet. The moisture immediately clings to my fingers, calling to me. I shudder as I imagine licking her until she comes on my tongue and all over my face. I bring her leg up so that it’s draped back against my thigh, allowing me more access to play with her perfect pussy. Immediately, I begin searching out her hard, pulsating clit that’s dying for attention. I circle around it, spreading her juices against it, and I’m rewarded instantly by her moan.
“Caleb.”
“I’ll stop if you tell me to,” I promise, my body vibrating. “I know I said I wouldn’t, but fuck, Isolde, you kept grinding your ass against my cock. I almost came all over your ass more times than I can count,” I confess, my voice hoarse with desire.
“That’s why I did it. I wanted you to come on me,” she whimpers.
“Shit, baby. You can’t say that to me right now. I need you to tell me to stop, so I can keep my promise to you.”
“I don’t want you to stop,” she whispers. “I want you. I’ve missed you so much.”
I go completely still for a minute as I digest exactly what Izzy just said. Then, I reach over and cup the side of her face, turning her head to look at me. “Please, Isolde. Tell me you’re not just doing this to get me to let my guard down. Tell me you’re not planning on leaving me again. I’d rather just let you walk away now than have that happen. I think it would kill me.”
“I don’t want away from you. If that had been it, I would have left while you were snoring last night. I love you, Caleb. I need you to fuck me.” She presses her lips against mine, and I take her kiss, letting her stay in control. That’s not something I normally like, but right now it feels like the sweetest kiss I’ve ever had. “Caleb, we have stuff to work out, but if you’re crazy enough to risk spending your life in jail to claim me, I’m crazy enough to admit that it turns me on. I’ll also confess that I’ve ached for you every day since I drove away that night at the hospital. I knew I was making a mistake, even as I did it. I’m just stubborn.”