Total pages in book: 188
Estimated words: 185811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 929(@200wpm)___ 743(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 185811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 929(@200wpm)___ 743(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)
She failed.
Holy crap on a cracker, Wonder Woman. The guy was seriously endowed. Gifted. One of the chosen. Heat flushed into her face and she looked up to see a goofy smile on his. She frowned. “Are you concussed?”
“Yep. And seriously drunk.” He reached inside the glass-walled shower and started the water. “I’ll need help.” Without waiting for an answer, he dragged her under the already steamy spray.
She yelped and backed away, shoving wet hair out of her eyes. Seriously. He reached for her shirt and she slapped his hand, taking it off herself. “Would you please just stand there for a minute?” she snapped, looking at the raw bruises across his chest and over his shoulders. “How did you get blown up?” Just where the heck had he been?
“Weeeelll.” He ducked his head beneath the spray, and grime and blood flowed off his hard body to the drain. “I’m after this guy, and he set us up, and then he tried to blow us up. It’s pretty simple, really.”
Guy. “What guy?”
“Man. You’re nagging already,” he complained, soaping up his body and not seeming to mind the painful-looking bruises.
Nagging? “Whatever.” She started to back away.
“Oh, no.” He drew her near, now smelling of soap and male. His gaze was intense, although his smile was a little lopsided. “We never got to finish what we started.”
“You’re drunk,” she said, even as desire began to burn through her again. The play of muscle beneath his smooth skin—everywhere—was a temptation no sane girl could ignore. Even so, she didn’t want to take advantage of him. “And concussed.”
“You are a little blurry,” he admitted, pulling her square into his spectacular body. They both groaned at the contact. “That’s better. I can almost see you now.” He sobered. “Everything hurts, Abs. How about you make it all feel better?” Amusement curved his lips, and he tried to give her a puppy dog expression, but he looked more like a Doberman about to eat a steak. “Please?”
He was terrible. Sexy and smart and sweet...and how could she refuse?
He grinned. “You’re not scared. Here and naked with me—totally alone—and you’re not frightened. That has to tell you something.”
She gently caressed his damaged chest and down his ribs, looking for broken bones. Okay. Copping a feel, too. He’d spoken the truth. She was experiencing a lot of emotions, most of them erotic, and not one of them was fear. “I’m not afraid of you,” she admitted, leaning up and kissing the greenish-yellow bruises beneath his jaw line. It was like they were already healing somehow. “But I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
He swayed and caught himself with one battered hand against the glass. “Feel free. Just take some of the pain away.”
She levered up and slid her mouth against his. “I can do that.” She’d have to be careful of his injuries. “Are you sure you have no broken bones?”
“Not anymore,” he slurred.
“I meant from tonight.” She licked along his collarbone before dropping back to her flat feet.
“Nope.” The light from the ceiling high above reflected oddly in his eyes, giving the black a greenish tint. He dropped his head, his mouth hard against hers. “God, you taste good. So good, Abs.” Then he delved deeper, keeping his balance with a hand on the wall. The other hand speared through her hair and tugged her head back.
He kissed her, his body flush against hers, making her forget reality for a moment. Dark and demanding sensations, ones she’d never felt before, slid through her, softening her muscles and making her ache. All rationality disappeared.
Her body took over, beyond her mind, in a way that had never happened. She tried to hold on to thought, but it disappeared, caught up in an impossible onslaught of passion. Fear grasped her, of the unknown, and she made a sound against his mouth. One of warning. He softened the kiss, his hands sliding down her wet front, those bruised fingers tweaking her nipples. Then he smoothed the small bite, showing her the drugging pleasure to be found from a simple touch.
Steam swirled around them, cocooning them in an intimate dance. There was only Noah Siosal and right here and right now. Her body and his and a craving so sharp it hurt. “Now, Noah,” she murmured, reaching for him and running her hand along his hard length.
He settled his stance as if trying to keep his balance. “I, um, should tell you something.”
“Later. I’m on the pill.” She paused, marveling at his size. “Unless...is there something I should be worried about? Do we need a condom?”
He frowned and his eyes seemed to take a moment to focus. “No. I can’t get diseases. Am totally clean.”
“Me, too.” Though a condom was a good idea. “Do you have condoms?”
“No. Don’t need them,” he rumbled. “Can’t wear them.” He kissed her again. “We don’t have to.”