Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 104185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
“You think it was a mistake?”
His hurt reaction was like leaping into the air and the ground had been taken away. There was nowhere to land.
“Wasn’t it?” My question was a whisper.
“No.” His voice was loud. And sure.
He moved so fast, it was stunning, and then he was kissing me with such intensity it caused tears to well momentarily in the back of my closed eyes.
What on Earth was happening? His soft lips pressed to mine and asked for more.
“Jason.” I tried to turn away, but his strong hands cupped my face to prevent it. I wrapped my hands around his wrists and peered up at him. “I didn’t have a choice about giving up my career. But you do.”
The hands holding my face didn’t fall away. His eyes clouded with confusion and doubt, but then those emotions disappeared, like a decision had been made. His shoulders rose with a deep breath, and he gave me a look I hadn’t seen from him before.
It turned my insides into liquid and obliterated every thought. All that remained was the hope that he’d chosen me despite everything.
He used his hold to tilt my head to just the right angle so he could cover my mouth with his, and my heart went into overdrive.
Oh, God, his kiss. He didn’t stop me when I climbed into his lap; this time he welcomed it. His arms banded around me, pressing me deeper into his intense kiss, and for the first time in days I felt like I might be able to survive.
Like nothing could harm me in this moment.
He slipped his tongue into my mouth, caressing mine, and I sighed with contentment. But I was greedy, spinning out of control. Desperate to connect with him in every way. I reached over his back, grabbed a fistful of his shirt, and pulled it up. I needed it to be gone, nothing between us.
Once it was done, his hands returned to my body, one on my waist and the other on the nape of my neck. Our kiss was raw and wild, and the power of it had me clawing at my own shirt.
Our lips parted only for a moment while I yanked the fabric over my head and flung my shirt away. The plain white bra I wore was next, and as soon as I had it unclasped, his hands were beneath the cups, filling his palms with the weight of my breasts.
The ache between my legs was rivaled only by the need building inside me. It felt urgent. Crucial. Like I might die if I didn’t have him.
I struggled out of the straps, arching my back into his touch as my bra fell away. He dipped his head to take one of my nipples in his mouth and drew it in, his thumb brushing over the other.
Blood rushed hotly beneath my skin, heating me all over. His touch tightened the desire inside me to a hard, thick knot that begged for release. I clenched my fist in his hair, too impatient for much foreplay.
But beneath me, there was a shift and he froze.
I lifted my head in alarm. “What’s—?”
Jason had one arm across my back and the other draped around my hips, and his muscles abruptly corded. He took a preparing breath and then rose from the bed, carrying me with him.
With all my years of dance, I’d performed many different lifts and was comfortable with a partner supporting me. But this? It was shocking and exciting, and far more intimate. I folded my legs around his waist and crossed my arms behind his neck to hold on, making it as easy as possible for him as he strode across the room.
I didn’t understand until he took a hand off me and used it to slam the open bedroom door shut.
Oh. He was probably thinking his brother had seen enough of my body today.
He turned us, and the wall beside the door was hard and cold against my back, but that was good. I was on fire.
His grip gradually softened, allowing me to slide down the wall until my feet were on the floor, but I was still safely trapped in his arms. He might have had plans of fooling around like this, but that wasn’t going to happen.
“Take off your pants,” I ordered.
My command thrilled him, but he cocked his head and gave me a serious look. “You don’t want to do that?”
It was the same look he’d given me in the mirror at the safe house, and as a result, I couldn’t breathe. He was right, though. I did want to do it.
I dragged my fingertips across his shoulders, tracing a deliberate line down the hard plane of his chest until I reached the button of his jeans. My fingers were hurried as I undid it, then the zipper, and pushed both his jeans and his boxers down over his hips.