Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
I can see she’s speechless.
“I’m sorry. I was wrong. I was wrong, and there’s not a day I haven’t regretted it. You’ve marked me. You’ve always been there, carved on my heart the way people do to trees. T plus L. That’s us. Right here.” I thump my chest.
I’m afraid Luna is going to scowl at me. That she’s going to call me a straight-up asshat or an idiot or tell me how foolish it is. Her hands curl around the brooch, and when she looks up at me, tears are pouring down her cheeks. I did that. To her. Me. Because I’m a dumb butt potato with the cold heart of a reptile and a brain the size of a peanut combined with about as much courage as a mouse.
“You…Tor, when I think about you, I still get that fluttery feeling in my chest, and when I see you, I’m all crazy bubbles like a bottle of sparkling water shaken to its bursting point. I feel like…like I could swoon. Maybe I was wrong too and should have fought harder. I should have made you see that you weren’t your dad and never would be and that things could work.”
“I wouldn’t have listened. I was an immature shitbag.”
I’ve always tried to be unflappable on the outside, but right now, I’m letting it all hang out—all my emotion.
Luna sets the brooch down, and her hand reaches across the table, reaching for mine. I don’t hesitate to reach for it, and she clasps my fingers hard while I clasp back. Then, she squeezes, and I squeeze back. And when she shivers, I shiver too. Even back then, my life was all orderly and business. It was all bland, boring, and terrible, but Luna came into it like a burst of light, breaking through the clouds and shattering all that.
I bring her hand up and lean forward to grace her knuckles with a kiss. She shivers again, and I can feel goosebumps break out all over my skin. I turn her hand over and run my lips over her smooth palm. It only takes me another second before I get out of the chair and continue that path, trailing kisses up her arm to her shoulder, to the womanly curve of her neck, up to her chin, and finally, her sensual lips.
Luna gasps and pulls me against her, her hands clutching my t-shirt, her legs twining around my waist, and her lips parting for me so I can devour her good and proper.
It might have taken me five years, but I’m back, and this time, I’m going nowhere. This time, there is nothing on this freaking earth that can tear me away from this woman.
CHAPTER 15
Luna
I grasp Toren’s mountainous shoulders and arch into him like my life depends on it. It just might freaking depend on it. When his hands skitter up my arms, I realize my entire skin has broken out in goosebumps. I guess that’s what searing hot kisses do for a person, which is strange, but whatever. I’m so not thinking about that right now. Instead, I’m thinking about how fast I can get my hands under the hem of Toren’s t-shirt and rip it from his body. I wish I were strong enough to tear it down the middle, absolute beast-style, but alas.
He’s thinking the same thing because his hands sweep up under my tank, and I happen to not be wearing a bra because it’s a lazy Sunday, the tank is black, I have nowhere to go, and I expected no one to come over. He groans when he cups my breast in his palm and rubs his thumb over my aching nipple.
“Can I divest you of this shirt?” he asks thickly against my lips.
“If you don’t, I might find something in this kitchen to knock you senseless with.”
“How very romantic.”
His other hand works my shirt up, peeling it inch by inch. He’s so careful that it makes me want to laugh, scream, and purr all at once. He’s being gentle with me, treating me like I’m worth…I don’t know…like I’m worth everything to him. He’s now straddling the line between taking his time and just going for broke.
I rock against him just so I can feel the massive, hard bulge in his jeans. It makes my jeans so wet that they’ll probably be impossible to get off. Ever tried removing drenched denim? It’s like glue and then some.
Toren finally lifts my shirt over my head, and I’m bared to him in the dusky heat of my kitchen. I have the AC on low since I hate the feel of artificial air. I know I’m not as perfect as the last time he saw me naked, but there is nothing less than glowing adoration in his eyes. The way he looks at me makes my breasts even achier, creating that heavy feeling in them, and my lower belly roars up like it’s a wild thing with talons. It makes me even wetter between my legs, and at this point, it’s like a flash flood down there in my lady cave.