Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
I nipped at her earlobe, chuckling softly. “You’re fucking perfect.”
She spun around and smiled up at me, casually draping her arms over my shoulders. “You’re pretty fucking perfect yourself, cowboy.”
I captured her mouth and pressed my cock against her, leaving no doubt that I was ready for her. As our kiss deepened, I backed her up until she hit the edge of the king-size bed. “I’m glad you came to the club tonight,” she said.
“Me too, gorgeous.”
I couldn’t get enough of her. Every taste, sight, scent drove me closer to the brink. She shivered, her eyes fluttering closed as I raked my fingertips over the silky skin on the inside of her thighs.
“You’re killing me, baby,” I growled, her thighs wrapped around my hips. I pushed her panties aside and grinned as she gulped and bucked against my fingers, her pussy begging for more.
She was so damn sweet—I couldn’t take my time. I bent her over the side of the bed and tugged her panties to one side as I thrust deep inside her. Tori turned around to watch me as I fucked her, and it took every ounce of control to harness myself from exploding at the sight of those big, round baby blues as pleasure rippled across her beautiful face.
She was a hurricane in bed. Confident, then vulnerable. Cocky and sassy one minute, then demure and sweet the next. I couldn’t figure her out. And didn’t want to. I just wanted to fuck her some more.
She drove me crazy. Being with Tori was hands down the hottest fuck of my life.
Afterward, when I came out of the bathroom, I found her tangled in the sheets, writing something on the hotel notepad by the phone. “Writing me a love letter already?” I teased, sinking down on the side of the bed, staring at her legs as they peeked out from under the wrinkled sheets.
Tori rolled her eyes at me. “Yes, I’m hopelessly besotted. Please don’t leave me!” she whined, giving me her best Scarlet O’Hara impression.
I smacked her round ass with the flat part of my palm, and she giggled. She tore the paper from the pad, pressed it into my hand, and then jumped up from the bed, leaving the sheet behind as she stalked across the room butt naked. And what a butt it was!
I got lost, staring at her beautiful body, and didn’t even look down at the paper until she’d finished dressing. “Your number?”
I chuckled. “I see. Next time, I gotta buy dinner?”
“Something like that.” She smiled, her eyes dancing like fireflies against a midnight sky. “See you later, handsome.”
And just like that, she swept from my hotel room, and my life has never been the same.
My skin warmed at the avalanche of memories, and I was overwhelmed with the need to get Tori back in my arms to shield her from the darkness of the world. I dialed her number and waited, holding my breath as it rang through to her voicemail.
“This is Avery. Leave me a message. I’ll call you back.”
Beep.
I frowned. “Avery, it’s Eric. Call me back.”
I clicked off the call before I got carried away. There were so many things I wanted to say to her. But they would have to wait. Over the past few days, I’d been thinking about the future. It was the thread of hope that got me through the last hump of the mission.
She didn’t want to return to WITSEC, and I couldn’t blame her. Hell, I didn’t want her to since it would mean losing contact with her. No, that wasn’t an option. But I was running short on other ideas. She couldn’t stay in Los Angeles. I couldn’t go back to Vegas without her.
Somewhere along the way, I’d started putting together a new vision. Tori, with a big diamond ring on her finger, a swollen belly, and a couple of little red-headed rugrats tearing up the front yard in front of a two-story craftsman.
It was crazy. Something I never pictured for myself. Not in a million years. But that was what I liked about it. The unexpectedness of it all. The idea that I’d trade in car chases, sting ops, and chasing skirts in every city was insane, unheard of, but that was what made it perfect. There was no other reason for it. Just love. Genuine, down to the bone, unshakable love. Tori and I had that, and I wasn’t giving it up for anything.
I pushed up from my chair. “I’m going to the club.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Tori
A throbbing pain slammed through my head when I opened my eyes. A bright light made it hard to see, and even when I could open them all the way and my eyes adjusted to the light, it only made the pulsing pain worse. Finally, I forced myself awake and scanned the room. Where the hell was I? What happened?