Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 39250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
I hummed, beyond pleased. “Good. You wanted to feel it.”
She shivered and kissed me, and it was one of those drawn-out, tongue-teasing kisses that couldn’t go on for too long, because it was just going to make me wanna fuck her again.
CHAPTER 7
Kiera Lane
He was a photographer too?
We’d been here for four days, and I was more convinced than ever. I wanted us to have a shot. He lived in DC; I lived in Annapolis—or I had, at least—it was less than an hour’s drive.
Funnily enough, it was only a slightly longer drive from where Dad lived, except in the other direction.
Dad would like James.
I leaned forward and stirred the fish soup. The sun was setting over the mountains, and I was happy to prepare tonight’s dinner outside. We’d had pheasant yesterday, and it’d been delicious. Today, he’d caught us fish. But the best part of sitting out here by the fire was watching James go about his little routines, whether he was checking things with the helicopter, collecting wood for the fire, or reading. Or like tonight, he’d brought out a camera.
He stood on a rock and took pictures of the sunset and things around him, and every now and then, he’d glance my way and smile.
He had the most charming smile.
He also fucked like a god.
I was so damn sore, but I couldn’t help myself. He made me feel wild. Twice yesterday, once this morning, and then again when he’d returned from his daily trip down to the valley. And when he came back up, he was all sweat and glistening muscles and scruff.
What was a girl to do?
Something told me a future for us wasn’t on the horizon, though. Not for him.
I wanted to change that. I wanted…something simple. I wasn’t asking for the world or marriage or any promises whatsoever, aside from one thing. When we flew home in three days, I wanted a plan. I wanted a date. A chance.
James returned to the fire a while later, and he sat down in the low chair next to mine and stowed away his camera in the bag.
“Gorgeous sunset tonight,” he murmured.
“It really is. How many pictures did you take of it?”
He chuckled and leaned back. “Dozens. I took a few of you too.”
Oh, really? I decided that was my cue. The food wasn’t ready, so I dropped my hoodie on the ground between James’s feet and kneeled there. His little smirk was too sexy.
“What will you do with them?” I asked, unbuttoning his pants. His skin was still a bit cold from his last shower.
“Do with what?” He tracked my every movement.
“The photos of me.” I tugged at his pants enough to give me better access, and I leaned forward and kissed his stomach. “Do you have a wall of pictures at home for all the women you’ve rescued?”
He snorted quietly. “Yeah, that sounds like me.”
It really didn’t.
He grabbed his camera bag again. “I’ll show you—but don’t let me stop you from whatever you plan on doing.”
I grinned and pulled down his boxer briefs. He’d certainly liked my mouth on him this morning. Hell, I’d loved it.
I kissed the base of his cock as he turned on the camera, and he hummed and flipped through the photos on the screen.
“Here. The only thing more stunning than the sunset.”
Whoa. That was… Holy shit. Did you say that to someone you were casual with for a week in the mountains?
I lifted my gaze and saw the photo. I was sitting here by the fire, a smile playing on my lips, my hair a little wavy and messy, and I was sprinkling spices into the soup.
Heat bled onto my cheeks, and I didn’t know how to respond, so I did what I knew I could. I sucked his cock into my mouth to get him hard.
He smirked and packed away his camera once more. “Is my little hellcat stunned to silence?”
Um, yeah.
Your little hellcat.
He combed his fingers through my hair, eyes filled with amusement, lust, and affection. A heady mix.
I had to fight against closing my eyes. There was just something about feeling him grow hard along my tongue that made me want to shut out the world and savor the moment. Like, it was for me.
But I was on a mission, so I maintained eye contact, and I teased him good and proper. Not unlike he’d done this morning when I’d lost my English on his tongue.
“So, um… We live an hour away from each other back home.” I flicked the tip of my tongue across the head and stroked him firmly but slowly.
He hummed again.
“For argument’s sake,” I went on, “say I’ve just spent six months in uncertainty and wondering if I’m ever coming home—and I survive, and all I want is a date with the pilot who brought me home safe and sound… Wouldn’t you say I’ve earned that?”