Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
“And here?”
“Yes. The freckle to the left of my belly button—it looks like a mole.” And I hated it.
The corners of his lips quirked. “Now see, I was just thinking how I wanted to start there and lick, nip, and kiss a path all the way down.”
He touched the freckle, then ran his fingertip down my stomach as I watched him. I sucked in a breath when he slipped it beneath the waist of my shorts. His breathing was heavy in my ear, and I shivered. Swallowing hard, I waited, aching for him to touch me already. Our eyes met as we stared at our reflection.
When his hand was under my panties, I made a small sound, and a wicked grin curled his lips.
“And this…” he said with a growl to his voice, then slid one finger over my clit, making my knees buckle. “Mmmm, this, I can promise you, has no flaws.”
I laid my head back against his chest as my eyes fluttered closed from the pleasure.
“You were never a six,” he whispered.
I forced my lids back open to look at him. He was watching me.
“And when you labeled yourself a six, I thought you were joking.”
Okay, so he was attracted to me. Did that change things? Because I wanted more of what we’d done. I just didn’t want to get attached and end up hurt in the end.
God, why did this have to be so complicated?
The sound of his phone ringing in the other room had him pulling his hand from my shorts and heading for the door without a word. I stepped over and grabbed the sink to steady myself. I stared at the girl in the mirror, wondering what had happened to her. I’d have never let a guy I had known less than a week touch me like that before. And the few who had touched me must have done something wrong because it had never felt like that.
I heard the front door open and close as Than spoke in a tone low enough that I couldn’t hear him. Whatever that was about, he didn’t want to know about it. He had secrets. Things he wouldn’t tell me. And I had to remember that.
“You can’t trust him if he’s not telling you things,” I whispered to myself.
Now, if only I could keep that in my head when his hands or lips touched my body, I might survive this.
Twenty-Seven
Than
My brother’s voice would have been enough to get my erection to go down, but the smell of Montana on my fingers while I held the phone to my ear was defeating that. I stepped outside, not sure what he was going to tell me or ask, and I didn’t want her hearing it. As much as I enjoyed being in bed with her and the things we’d done, I didn’t like her being scared. I wanted to ease her mind, but there was a limit to what she could know.
“Locke took my place on the west end,” Ransom told me. “It was an uneventful night for me, but Oz was on the north end and said there was a black Honda Accord that passed by four times in a two-hour time frame. It’s the main road, and it could have been nothing, but it was also around three in the morning. Oz got the license plate number and had it run. When Luther took his spot this morning, Oz went to the address attached to the tag. It was an older lady in her seventies who owned a B and B. She wasn’t there at the moment, according to the woman working the front desk. So, he got a room and is getting some sleep, and then he’s going to do some investigating.”
It wasn’t much to go on. The driver could have been going to get things at the twenty-four-hour grocer twenty minutes away and simply forgot something and went back. It was unlikely the elderly owner of a B and B here would have anything to do with this.
“Why did he get a room? I don’t think our guy is this old woman.”
Ransom sighed. “Because she owns a B and B, and if he broke into your truck that easily, then he could break into any vehicle and use it.”
I paused. I’d not thought about that. But then with the scent of Montana’s arousal on my fingers, I was struggling to think about anything other than getting back into that bedroom with her.
“Does Oz think he could be staying there?”
“It’s a possibility.”
I wanted him found, and I wanted to kill the fucker myself. Slowly.
“Let me know as soon as he gets back to you.”
Ransom yawned. “I will. I’m going to sleep for a few hours.”
“Yeah, okay.”
There was a pause, and I thought we were going to end the call.