Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Lincoln eases me backward onto the bed, his weight above me anchoring me in the best possible way. My hands roam across his shoulders, memorizing the corded muscles, and he buries one hand in my hair, the other stroking my side. Our kisses turn from tender to fervent, the day's tension giving way to raw need.
He pauses just long enough to look at me, breath ragged. “I need to be so deep inside you.”
I meet his gaze, heart swelling. “Yes,” I whisper, tangling my fingers in his hair to pull him back down. “Absolutely.”
The rest of the world melts away—no Lazarus Delgado, no shipments, no potential new missions—just the heat of his body against mine, the soft moans that slip free as he explores every inch of me with reverent care. My mind buzzes with a single thought: We survived. And we get to have this.
Time blurs in a haze of pleasure and whispered promises. When we finally come up for air, breathless and tangled in the sheets, my pulse thrums with contentment. Lincoln brushes a lock of hair from my face, his gaze warm and adoring.
“Worth the wait,” he says, voice husky.
I laugh softly, stroking my hand along his jaw. “Totally worth it.”
We slip into a languid embrace, the rhythmic beat of his heart under my palm lulling me closer to sleep. Outside, the city hushes under the late hour, and I nestle against him, safe in the knowledge that this time, nothing’s pulling us apart.
Tomorrow, we’ll return to Maddox Security, keep building a safer world for people like Charlotte—and for ourselves. But for now, in Lincoln’s arms, I savor the quiet triumph of surviving the worst and emerging into something better. Something that feels a lot like love.