Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
I nod. “Well, I’m still going to. I know you’re not asking now, but I think I need some time.”
“Andrea, please,” he says, taking a step towards me. “Please don’t go.”
“Give me a good reason to stay.”
He swallows, and I know from the look on his face that he understands that the next words out of his mouth will determine our relationship. “There’s a lot we don’t know about each other. History, the little details about our pasts that formed us. But I can tell you now, that I have never in my life met anyone like you. No one has ever made me feel like this—alive and whole and happy. I fucked up. God, I’m sorry, and I’ll probably fuck up again, but I swear that I will do everything in my power never to hurt you again.”
My breath stills in my chest, his words resonating deep within me. He makes me happy too. I choose my words carefully, emphasizing every one. “No matter what it is, you will never take your shit out on me again. Got it? You will always take the time to look at the whole picture before making a decision. If you can’t agree to that, I’m done.”
“I swear.” I’ve barely finished speaking before he’s agreed.
“And you still love me?” I ask.
“I never stopped loving you.”
Heat roars through my body, and even though I’m still pissed at him, I want him. I want his hands on me. I want the proof of his words. “Good. Fuck me.”
I don’t have to tell him twice. He spreads me out on his desk, and we’re clawing at each other. It’s not gentle. We’re both still angry and it makes it hot, he slams into me in one stroke, thrusting so hard that the desk moves. I rake my nails down his back over his shirt, and he grunts at the sensation. Last night it felt like we were giving ourselves to the other. This feels more like claiming. He’s mine, I’m his.
Cole sucks his thumb and reaches down, circling my clit. The rhythm matches his thrusting, and the orgasm is so unexpected that it blinds me. It roars through me like a tornado, destroying me and leaving me to pick up the pieces. Cole shouts his own climax, pushing in deep and letting his come flood into me. It feels like fire, like a brand. I’m his, and he’s mine.
The quakes in my body slowly fade, and I find Cole leaning over me, eyes intense. “You know, you did steal something from me.”
“Oh? What was that?”
“You stole my heart.”
I laugh, and it feels good. The laughter erases the anger and the hurt. “You know that’s unbearably cheesy, right?”
“I do.”
“Good,” I pull him down to kiss me. “So what’s the price for that?”
“My heart?”
I nod.
“It’s a big one, but the only one I can think of that’s fair.”
“Tell me,” I say, smiling.
He’s smiling too. “Marry me.”
THE END