Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 106284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
“You’re drunk.”
“I’m right,” he fires back.
“He’s married,” I remind him. I remind me.
“Yeah, I know that.” He stabs a thumb at his chest then points a finger toward me. “Do you?”
“What do you want from me?” I throw my arms up, glaring in his direction.
Striding across the room until he’s breathing down on me, he grasps my face, pain etched in his features, a dark plea in his gaze. “I just want you. That’s all.”
My hands come up to rest against his. “You’re drunk,” I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper.
“I love you.” The words leave his lips and bounce around my head, causing damage.
No. No. No.
“Don’t say that.” I push his hands down and take a step back.
“Why?” he pleads.
“Because you don’t mean it. We’ve messed around a little. We haven’t even fucked, Chris.”
“I don’t need to fuck you to know I love you.”
“You’re drunk,” I repeat, pacing.
“Stop fucking saying that. I just told you I love you, Kit.”
“And what do you want me to do with that?” I bark, scrubbing my hands down my face. This isn’t happening. Love! Loves me?
“I don’t know, maybe fucking love me back.” It’s a broken whisper.
“My chest isn’t a library, Chris. You can’t just borrow my heart. It’s already been checked out. There’s nothing left. The shelf is empty. I’m empty.” Tears prick my eyes. Hurting him was never my intention, but there’s nothing for him here.
Leaning against the wall, he bows his head, breathing heavily. Guilt sticks to my conscience like tar. I wish I could love him. I know he’s the better man. This isn’t fair to him.
“Chris…”
“That’s the third time you’ve said my name,” he observes.
“What?”
“I like hearing you say my name.”
Pushing off the wall, he turns to me, lust replacing the hurt in his gaze. “Give me one night, Kit. Just tonight.”
Nerves riot inside my stomach as I confront the conflict between my head and heart. This is a bad idea.
He’s in my space, our breaths mingling, hearts pounding. “Just tonight, I promise.” He leans in, swiping his mouth across mine.
This is wrong. I can’t. It will lead him on even more. But what would it be like if I do? What if this is what I need? A cleanse from Cutter’s touch, his ownership. Liberation.
Undoubtedly, regret will come, but what if it’s freeing…satisfying?
My knees tremble. My heart races at the possibilities flooding my mind. Although logic screams, “No!” something inside of me urges, “Yes!”
Thud—thud—thud.
Cutter has sucked the life out of me. Taken my power. It’s time to take it back.
This is the start.
“Okay…one night.”
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I bring him to my lips, our tongues dueling as his hands grip my ass, caressing the flesh. Breaking away, I say, “Take your clothes off.”
“Are you sure?” This guy is a saint. I’ve only ever fucked a sinner.
“Take your clothes off, Chris.”
At my assurance, he wastes no time stripping out of his cut and hangs it on the back of my door. The sight makes my stomach flutter. It’s where Cutter hangs his.
He toes off his boots then whips his shirt over his head, exposing the lean muscle of his torso. The raised scar from Georgina’s attack is the only blemish on his flesh. He is a beautiful man. Gentle. Nice. Too nice.
I want him to bring me to my knees. Force everything from my body until all that’s left is the two of us.
Unbuckling his belt, he drops it to the floor, and my skin vibrates with the need to feel it against my flesh.
“Jeans.” I bite my lip, watching him push them down his thighs. Once he’s naked, his cock juts out toward me, standing proud. I take it in my palm and stroke up the shaft. Precum beads on the bulging head.
“Now you,” he pants. Skimming his hands down my arms, he curls his fingers around mine, aiding in the caress.
I push him onto the bed, his back falling against the mattress.
Watching me, mesmerized while fisting his cock, he groans, “Show me everything, Kit.”
I yank my shirt over my head and make quick work of stripping out of my pants, baring myself to him.
“Come here,” he growls.
Crawling over his long, lean form, my pulse pounds in my ears. The heat of his skin seeps into mine as I position myself over his hips, his hard, thick cock resting between my pussy lips.
“Let me get you ready first.” He licks his lips, pressing the tip of his cock against my clit.
“I am ready.” I am. I am. I am.
A shiver of anticipation mixed with nerves and panic shudders through me as I lift my hips and slide myself down onto him, blowing out a needy moan as his length fills me, stretching me.
There’s no going back now.
As soon as I’m seated to the hilt, our eyes lock, and the world melts away. Our breathing fills the air, two destinies colliding in one short, stolen moment.