Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
"Fuck yeah, you are," he breathes, kissing me until all I taste is him and the promise in his words. "You're mine, little bookworm."
I shatter with a cry, falling apart around him. It's so intense, tears sting my eyes. Blood rushes in my ears in a torrent of sound. I can't move or breathe through it. All I can do is let it wreck and remake me, over and over again.
"Lilah!" he roars, fucking me without rhythm. His hips snap against mine again and again before he plants himself deep, groaning in a way that ignites me all over again. He shudders on top of me, spilling into me in hot pulses that leave us both moaning.
And for the first time, I remember that he isn't wearing a condom. Part of me—a terrifyingly large part—doesn't even care.
"You didn't wear a condom," I whisper a long time later, draped across him on the sofa while he runs his fingers through my hair.
His hand stills before he curves it around my jaw, tipping my head back until my eyes meet his. "I know," he says. "I don't regret it."
I swallow hard, my heart beating a million miles a minute. "I'm not on birth control."
"Still don't regret it."
Lord help me…
"Me either," I rasp, and it feels like handing him the biggest piece of my soul. But I do it anyway. I think I want him to have it.
He grins at me like he knows I just gave it to him. "I know you don't trust me yet, sweetness. I know I have a lot of work to do to earn it, but I want this. I want you, more than I've ever wanted anything."
I hesitate for a long moment, trying to process the realization that I want it the same way. This isn't about my building anymore. It's about something else, something bigger. Something more important. I don't know what's going to happen with the building. Right now, it doesn't really matter. What matters is this: if I walk away now, I'll spend the rest of my life regretting it. I know I will, the same way I know he will.
"Will you…" I lick my lips, trying to work moisture back into my mouth. "Will you come home with me?"
"You want me to spend the night with you, Lilah?" he asks, his fingers stroking my cheekbones.
"Yes."
He dips his head, pressing his lips to my forehead. "Yeah, baby. I'll come home with you."
I wake up in increments the following morning. First, I feel the sun spilling across my face. And then I feel the warmth of his body pressed to mine. And then my eyes flutter open, my heart jolting against my ribcage.
I flip over so fast, my head spins.
"Morning, little bookworm," he murmurs, his voice gritty. His expression is soft and open, warm in a way that has my heart beating a million miles a minute.
"You stayed," I whisper.
He brushes hair away from my face, grinning at me. "I told you I would, didn't I?"
He did. But I guess part of me expected to wake up alone, as if last night was a dream. Except, it's not. He's still in my bed, naked, with my scratch marks down his arms.
Best. Morning. Ever.
Until I glance at the clock and realize that I have fifteen minutes until I'm supposed to be at the store.
"Crap," I groan. "I'm late."
"You passed out on me last night before you could set an alarm," he says with a chuckle. "I wasn't sure what time you needed to be up."
"An hour ago."
"You got time for a shower?" he asks, running one hand down my side.
My body instantly heats, my core clenching. I definitely don't have time for that kind of shower, but will that stop me? Absolutely not.
"I've got time," I whisper.
He grins and then pulls me from the bed, leading me toward the bathroom. Once inside, he gets the shower started while I brush my teeth and run a brush through my wild hair. His hands were definitely all in it last night. It's tangled, snarled, and a hot damn mess.
"Come on," he murmurs once I'm done, tapping my hip to get me moving. "Inside before you're even later."
As soon as the door of the stall closes behind us, steam swirling all around, he drops any pretense of trying to get me to work on time. Within seconds, he's got me backed up against the tile wall, running his hands all over my body.
I come twice before he's even inside me, and then once more on his cock before the water runs cold. Neither of us gets clean. We just get messier. I'm not complaining. He can shower with me anytime he likes if it means orgasms like those.
My toes still tingle while I'm getting dressed.
"Will I see you later?" I ask, watching him dress through the mirror.