Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
This time, his hips shifted.
He nudged me open.
My body responded instantly—pressing, needing.
The first slow push pulled a broken sound from my throat. His own groan was low and rough as my body tightened around him.
His forehead pressed to mine as he settled deep, his body trembling with the need for release as he desperately tried to rein it in.
But that was the last thing I wanted.
I rocked against him, chasing the pressure, the friction we both so desperately needed.
A deep rumble moved through him as he pressed deeper.
Then he was driving into me, slow and deep at first, then harder, faster as I met each thrust, my moans filling the room.
He didn’t slow, didn’t stop, didn’t give my body a second for the sensations to ebb. He drove me ruthlessly toward the brink, our hammering heartbeats in sync.
My body was trembling with the tension, with the anticipation.
My breath fractured helplessly.
The pleasure bloomed so violently, it stole my thoughts, stripped me bare. And I gave into it completely, lost in the flood of sensation as the orgasm came in strong, rhythmic bursts.
Milo groaned, driving harder, deeper, then shuddering as he found his own release with mine.
He collapsed onto me afterward, the pressure achingly welcome.
My arms tightened around him, grounding myself to him as the chaos inside of me slowly calmed.
What felt like a long time later, he pulled against my hold, making me realize how tightly I’d been clinging when all my muscles ached when released.
“Be right back,” he said, pressing a quick kiss to my lips before sliding away.
Alone, I smiled up at the ceiling, feeling that sated, pleasant feeling spread all through me.
Milo came back a moment later, still perfectly naked. I went ahead and took in the view, not sure how many opportunities I’d get to see it. And it was a good one.
His phone lit up in his hand, making me sit up.
“Did anyone hear anything?”
His smile was soft as he joined me on the bed, both of us sliding under the covers and sitting back against the headboard.
“Not yet.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, leaning my head on his shoulder.
“Dom’s been around the block; he can take care of himself if this is something dangerous. But I’m still leaning toward this being about a woman.”
He set his phone on the nightstand and reached for me instead.
“Can I make a demand?” he asked.
I was still too floaty to tense at that.
“Maybe.”
“Stay.”
My heart squeezed.
“I know you have a cat…”
“She’s fed.”
“So stay.” His arm curled me against his chest.
“Okay.”
It was the easiest decision of my life.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Milo
I never wanted to leave the bed.
If I thought falling asleep with Roe was amazing, waking up with her was something else entirely.
But she was more nocturnal, so she was sleeping in, and I needed to check in with Remo and Luca.
I slid out from under her slowly, not wanting to wake her.
She let out a sweet, sleepy little grumble at the loss, but quickly decided my pillow was a suitable replacement.
I stood at the side of the bed, glancing down at her.
Her dark hair spilled across the white linens, her gorgeous face soft in sleep, her dark lashes contrasting with her pale skin.
Something seized in my chest, the sensation sharp and intense enough to make my hand press there.
But nothing was wrong.
No, it was the complete opposite.
Something felt entirely too right.
Her.
There.
Like she belonged.
She does, my heart insisted.
She belonged.
There in my bed.
In my life.
In my heart.
The realization nearly knocked me back a step.
I always knew I’d find someone. That was the point of busting my ass all the time: to be able to give that someone the life she deserved.
But I guess I always thought it would be an intentional thing. I’d decide I was ready, and I’d start taking dating more seriously. There’d be dates, a timeline, easy rules to follow.
Not some random woman.
Not some fucked-up situation.
Though, to be fair, I didn’t know where the fuck that idea came from. Pretty much every member of my family had some insane, sometimes fucked-up origin story for their love stories. Why did I think I would be the exception to the rule?
I walked into the bathroom, wincing at how loud the damn shower was when I turned it on. But when I glanced back out, Roe was still sleeping peacefully.
I showered and dressed in slacks but paired them with a tee, leaving me half-dressed for either way my day was going to go: suited up and hitting the streets, or naked and wrapped up with Roe.
“Remo, talk to me,” I said as soon as I was in the sitting room.
“Assuming you’re whispering because you still got company,” he said. He was teasing, but he sounded tired as fuck.
“Tell me you heard something.”
“I didn’t,” he said, exhaling hard. “Look, I got a kid walking around town with a picture asking if anyone’s seen his dad. People respond to kids.”