Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 49393 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49393 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
I followed Ty to my temporary bedroom in the sprawling house. I had already dropped my stuff there, but I hadn’t taken much time to get settled in. I plugged in my phone on the nightstand and looked around me. I could put on my pajamas and lie in bed replaying the horrible events of the day. That was the plan. I would normally check the company email one more time before going to bed, but I was afraid to even click the app because, what if Chris had emailed? What if I clicked on my inbox and his name was there, with a message I wouldn’t be able to resist opening, and fear crept down my spine? Ty interrupted my spiral.
He touched my sleeve. “Jas, tell me if I’m overstepping here.”
“You’re not even inside the room,” I said.
“Tell me if I read you wrong,” Ty’s voice was low and smoky, and something tugged low in my belly at the sound.
He touched my face again and I smiled softly, stepped toward him. “I think you better come all the way in the room to ask that question,” I murmured, catching hold of his shirt and pulling him closer.
Ty’s mouth slanted over mine and before I could catch my breath or do more than lift on my tiptoes, his tongue was in my mouth claiming me. Waves of heat rolled through me and I held on to his shirt just to make sure I stayed upright. The strokes of his tongue made my knees go weak. He groaned and wrapped an arm around my hips, drawing me flush against him.
My breasts ached, nipples hard, and I reached for his hair, a bit lighter than the others’ and he wore it longer, slightly shaggy. It made him look more like a fun, sexy surfer than an in-demand interpreter and security pro.
I tipped my head back and let him shift the angle of the kiss, delving deeper with his tongue, hot and heavy. My skin pebbled with goosebumps in response to the heat of his mouth.
He nipped at my lips, made me giggle. I pulled back a little and looked at him.
Ty,” I said, “would it be a problem for anybody if I asked you to stay with me tonight?”
“Why would it be a problem? I want to, you want to, and we’re way past old enough to make our own decisions.”
Ty kissed me just below my jaw and made tingles slide down my neck. I shivered deliciously.
“I didn’t even know it could be this way,” I confessed.
“Let me make you feel good,” he said, his eyes dark with intent. How could I say no to that?
7
DREW
I had plans to try out the boxing workout on my new Smart setup in the home gym. So far I liked the interval training and the adaptive strength training features, but I wanted to mix it up, try something new. I took a detour to check on our guest first, to see if Jasmine was settling in okay and if she needed anything.
When I reached her door to knock, it was partly open, the lights on. I looked in, and instead of finding her anxious and pale, tucked into bed listening to a crime podcast, I saw her Vigilance polo and pants on the floor, part of a trail of clothing leading to the bed where I saw her long legs wrapped around my youngest brother. They were tangled up on top of the comforter, his mouth on her throat and a hand covering her breast, her head thrown back in a soft cry of pleasure. I cleared my throat.
“I just wanted to make sure you were okay in here,” I said wryly.
She looked at me, her eyes bright and her face flushed. She bit her lip and nodded. “I asked him to stay with me,” she explained. I nodded.
Now that I knew this was her idea, that she wasn’t feeling pressured, that it wasn’t a case of him taking advantage of our friend when she was vulnerable, I could back away and go to my room. Where I would have to postpone that planned workout to take myself in hand and get some relief, hard and fast by the feel of it.
My heart was pounding and I felt drawn tight, frantic, as if I had just done something incredibly naughty and enticing at the same time. Instead of being bothered by the sight of my brother with one of our employees, I let myself admit that it looked hot. The sight of Jasmine’s strong bare leg, the thigh hitched up over Ty’s hip, had made me feel like I was being strangled.
I backed out the door, ready to close it behind me when Jasmine got up and hurried to me.
“Wait,” she said. “I need to ask you something.”