Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 139088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 695(@200wpm)___ 556(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 695(@200wpm)___ 556(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
“Did you ever want me to leave the Angels?”
“No. I wanted you to want to leave the Angels. Be willing to leave the Angels. For me. Can’t say I wasn’t tweaked you were skirting the edges of that underworld. Fuck yeah, I was tweaked. Huge. I didn’t like that one fuckin’ bit. But that was your final exam, proving above all you were going to pass, if you did that for me. You didn’t pass. You failed.”
“Motherfucker,” I whispered.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “And then, I knew where you were at, and I used how you felt about me, made you keep our secret from those closest to you and made you be my friend.”
Jacques let out a whine.
Oh yeah.
My pooch felt me coming apart at the seams.
Knox extended his good arm out to his side. “So there you go. No more shadowboxing, Luna. I’m right here. I’ve made my move. The target is in your sights. Hit me.”
I stared at him.
“Hit me,” he repeated.
I continued to stare at him.
He spiked my way and thundered, “Fucking hit me!”
Oh, I hit him all right.
Full force.
Full body.
Jacques let out a sharp bark.
I wrapped myself around Knox Chambers—the man I loved, the man who loved me—yanked his mouth down to mine…
And I kissed him.
It didn’t take him even a nanosecond to return it, darting his tongue into my mouth, taking…
Taking…
So damned greedy.
God, I missed giving it all to him.
Then he broke it and I was up on his good shoulder.
“Knox, you shouldn’t—”
“Shut it,” he growled.
I shut it.
We hit my bedroom, and he tossed me on the bed.
I’d barely finished the first bounce when his hands—both of them, he’d pulled his arm out of the sling—were under my arms, and he yanked me deeper in bed.
Off went my shoes.
Off went my jeans and panties.
He pushed my legs open, put his chest to my bed, and his mouth was right there.
“Oh God,” I moaned, sifting my fingers into his thick, soft hair.
Knox tossed my legs over his shoulders and went at me.
I guessed there was one thing that could stop me obsessively taking care of him, and that was Knox risking reopening his wound because he was going down on me.
He proved magnificently how much he liked the taste of me, because it wasn’t a year-plus-long dry spell that had me coming into his mouth within minutes.
It was his skill.
His hunger.
His need.
I exploded on a cry of his name and a clutch of his hair.
And he was over me.
Still swimming in the dazzle of the orgasm he gave me, I heard him grunt, “Still IUD?”
I gave a weak nod.
He slammed into me.
God, God…
I had him again, right there with me, deep inside me, connected…as we should be.
I rounded him with arms and legs and held on with everything I had.
He pounded into me.
“Baby,” I pushed out.
“Too hard?” he asked.
“Don’t fucking stop.”
Another growl, this time without words, and he was fucking me as well as kissing me.
My sensitized clit could not hold up against the onslaught, and I whimpered against his tongue as orgasm two claimed hold of me.
A few minutes later, his mouth released mine, I felt his eyes on me, I slid my hands up and into his hair, holding his head, his gaze, his weight.
Glorious.
Amazing.
Everything.
“Luna,” he whispered.
“Right here, baby.”
I felt it, heard it, and fisted my hands in his hair to hold him steady so he wouldn’t jerk back and I’d lose sight as he surged in and poured himself inside me.
I watched his jaw get tight, heard the breath hiss through his teeth, and fuck yeah.
As with everything Knox Chambers, he was hot AF when he was coming.
When it left him, his forehead landed on mine with a thunk.
I didn’t care. I didn’t move.
Neither did he.
It took a while for both of us, but eventually our breaths went even.
And he spoke.
“I’m such a fucking dick.”
I slid a hand from his hair to soothe his back over his shirt (he hadn’t bothered to take his clothes off before connecting with me) as I sifted my fingers through his hair in an effort to soothe more through that.
And I murmured, “Quiet.”
“Even this last week was a test.”
“I know, baby. Shh,” I shushed.
“She was the only thing Gypsy and I had, and she left.”
“I know, Knox. Just be here with me now.”
“I needed to know…with you.”
“I know.”
“I needed to know you wouldn’t ever leave.”
“I know, honey, just chill for a second with me. Okay?”
“I barely survived her. One more week with you, I wouldn’t survive if I lost you.”
I closed my eyes tight and held on to him tighter.
I opened them and whispered, “Hush.”
“I had to know or make you leave.”
It was throaty that time when I repeated, “I know.”
He touched his lips to mine then slid them down my jaw and buried his face in my neck.