Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 151384 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151384 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
“Wait, here’s Tobias,” she said with relief as she saw him headed their way. “Is everything all right?”
“Yeah, they’re just doing their job,” Tobias grumbled. “I guess. Don’t think they really believed that my last name is Smith. Oh, and that I’m not going to blow up the plane or something. Come on, let’s go.”
Relief filled her as Tobias placed his hand on the small of her back to steer her through the people around them.
She’d gotten far too used to having Tobias around.
It was going to suck when he left.
“Immy?” Tobias knocked on her door for the third time. He had the spare key to her room and he was close to using it when there was a thump behind the door.
Well. Thank God.
Isaiah had set some alarms on her phone to help her wake up, but either they weren’t doing their job or something else was wrong.
She opened the door and blinked up at him. She was still wearing her pajamas. These ones had pictures of cookies all over them and were a pale green.
How many adorable sets of pajamas did she own?
“You okay?” he asked.
In reply, she stuck her thumb in her mouth and stared up at him.
Shit.
He should have checked on her last night. Had she not gotten enough sleep? Apparently, she was always sleepy in the morning and difficult to wake up. But when she hadn’t had enough sleep, she became even more zombie-like than usual.
Quickly, he stepped inside and shut the door behind him. He didn’t want anyone seeing her in this vulnerable state.
As soon as the door was shut, she was on him, climbing him like a monkey to settle her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck.
“Well. Okay, sweetness. You just hold onto me,” he murmured as he walked with her over to a chair. He remembered how much the guys had been worried about keeping her warm last time she’d been in this state.
Which was only the day before yesterday.
Tobias grabbed a fluffy white blanket off the bed and wrapped it around her before sitting with her settled on his lap, facing him.
What else should he do?
He knew what he’d do if she was his. But he figured that kissing her was out of the picture.
And so was lying down with her on top of him.
Hmm.
She squirmed on his lap and he glanced down to find her pressed to his chest. Her head was turned and her thumb was in her mouth. She moved around again and his cock definitely started to take notice.
Crap.
“Cherry, you need to stay still for me.”
A grunt escaped her and she shifted around again.
“Immy,” he said sternly. “Stay still.”
Another grunt. Which he figured was probably her non-verbal way of saying no.
So naughty.
Before he could pin her hips down, she was moving his T-shirt up and out of the way.
“What are you . . . oh.” She had nestled herself under his T-shirt so she was pressed against his bare skin.
A sigh of contentment left her.
Liked touching his bare skin, did she?
Well, he couldn’t say he didn’t like it. But that didn’t make it a good idea.
Shit.
Fuck.
He should move her. A better man would place her on the bed and step away.
Only, he’d never claimed to be a good man.
He’d done things that he would never tell anyone. Some things he was ashamed of. But most of them, he wasn’t. Most of the things he’d done had been to save himself or someone else.
Sometimes it was a matter of kill or be killed.
But other than some shit from when he was a kid, which was sealed, his record was clean. Probably part of the reason that Alejandro had sent him on this job and not one of his other guys.
“Ahh, Immy, you won’t be happy when you realize what you’re doing,” he murmured to her. “And especially when you realize exactly what this means.”
Because she’d just shown him her soft and vulnerable side. And not while she was in the arms of someone else.
Nope, she’d turned to him for protection.
And had sealed her fate.
Whether she knew it or not.
God. She felt so good in his arms. Soft in all the right ways. And her scent was sweet and tart. Like candied apples.
Perfect.
He brushed his lips against her cheek. Yeah, it was pushing the boundaries. But she had just climbed him like a tree, so he figured she’d already jumped the line of that boundary. And he was just taking another step over it. But he simply couldn’t resist.
And he kept it to that. Just the feel of her soft skin had him groaning. Not to mention the way she kept squirming against his cock.
Fuck. She would try the patience of a saint. And he certainly wasn’t one of those.
“Sweetness? Cherry? You have to stop moving around like that. You’re not ready for what you’re doing to me.” Then a sudden thought occurred to him.