Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
“I’m watching you,” Rena warned as she opened her car door. “And I’m reserving my opinion for now.”
“All right.”
She glanced up at Reese and waved before looking back at me.
“I’m serious. Don’t hurt her. I’m probably one of the only humans on the planet who knows how to kill a mated Vampire.”
She sliced her hand over her throat and climbed into the car, starting the engine as she shut the door.
Chapter 11
Reese
“She’s all bark,” I said as Beau strode toward me. “And I think she actually liked you.”
“Don’t care.” He pushed me back inside the apartment with his hand on my belly. “She was here for hours.”
“She wanted to get to know you,” I replied with a laugh, walking backward.
“She barely spoke to me,” he countered, slamming and locking the door behind him.
“Well—” I squeaked as he wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted, pressing his lips against my neck with a groan.
“That feels good,” I muttered, relaxing against him.
The heat had been a steadily rising hum under my skin, and it was exacerbated by the fact that I’d refused to be all over Beau while Rena was watching every move he made. By the time she left, I’d stripped down to my tank top, and my skin was flushed.
“What are the odds that my best friend’s grandparents were Vampire?” I asked as he lifted me off my feet. “That’s a strange coincidence, right?”
“It is,” he agreed, moving toward the bedroom.
“I wonder why she never said anything.” I’d known that her family was dead, but she’d never even mentioned that she’d ever known her grandparents.
“Her mom probably told her to keep it to herself,” Beau said, laying me on the bed so he could strip off his shirt.
My mouth watered as I took him in. We hadn’t had sex again, just exchanged blood, but I was beginning to forget why I’d drawn that line in the sand. His skin was smooth and taut over defined muscles. Just seeing the v that tapered into the waistband of his jeans made everything inside me clench.
When he reached for the top of my scrub pants, I lifted my hips to help him.
“Fuck,” he muttered, running his fingers along the lacy edge of my underwear.
“Workday,” I reminded him.
“Not sure if it’s hotter when you’re wearing these or when you go without,” he said, his fingers sliding just barely beneath the lace.
“Let me know when you decide,” I joked, stretching.
His eyes met mine as he unbuttoned his jeans, and when I didn’t protest, he slid them down his thighs, taking a moment to step out of them and pull off his socks.
“Yeah?” he asked gruffly, crawling onto the bed beside me.
I turned to meet him, and when his skin brushed mine, heat flared, making every place we touched feel like it was thrumming with a current of electricity. I’d never get used to that.
Letting out a sigh, I arched into him as his hand slid down my back and gripped my ass.
“I don’t think you fully appreciate the control it’s taking not to strip you down,” Beau muttered, pressing his open mouth against the notch of my collarbone.
“You’re the master of control,” I conceded, running my fingers through his hair.
“I know I fucked up,” he continued. “But you have to admit that this part is fucking good.”
“Very good,” I agreed with a shudder.
My nipples were so sensitive that any time he shifted, and my tank top rubbed against them, I felt it in my pussy. I clenched, trying to alleviate the ache, but it only made things worse.
“You took the birth control?” I asked as his mouth traced my collarbone.
He paused for a fraction of a second. “Yes.”
Taking a deep breath, I quickly filed through everything that had happened since we met.
“Then why do we still have clothes on?” I whispered in his ear.
Without a word, Beau pushed himself to his knees and pulled my tank top over my head. He tossed it off the bed without bothering to look where it was going, his eyes on mine.
“I’m dying for you,” he said seriously, his jaw clenching as he gently ran the tips of his fingers over my breasts, circling them around my nipples.
“You’re moving pretty slow for someone who’s about to die,” I joked, gasping as he pinched.
“Slow?” he murmured, leaning down to pull one of my nipples into his mouth. The hot, wet suction had me arching off the bed. “Or savoring?”
“Savor faster,” I ordered, making him chuckle.
He didn’t increase his speed, but he did move lower, running his lips over my stomach, his breath hot on my skin. By the time he reached the waistband of my underwear, I was trembling, arousal making my heart race and goose bumps break out over my skin.
I shuddered as he pulled the underwear slowly down my legs and kept them clenched in his fist even as he spread my thighs.