Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67757 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67757 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
“Yeah,” he sighs and unlatches the chinstrap before tugging the helmet off my head. “Because some idiots don’t use protective gear. Even if something had happened, you’d have a few bumps and bruises on those pretty little legs.”
I ignore how his compliment sends goosebumps shooting all over my skin and smack his hands away again. “Don’t try to compliment your way out of this!”
“It wasn’t a compliment, just a fact.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re useless, you know that? You didn’t do a damn thing to help Daddy.”
He laughs like this is all some big joke. “You think I’m going to jail for your rich prick father? Think again, honey. There was nothing I could do other than follow him to lock-up, and then where would you be? Alone and defenseless.”
“You didn’t even try,” I insist.
“There was nothing to try. Jesus fucking Christ, woman. You think the feds storm into a billion-dollar business for shits and giggles? Don’t be stupid. They have warrants and probably evidence of whatever your daddy is shielding you from!”
“Liar.” I shove at his chest, but the big beast of a man doesn’t budge. Worse, he grins. “Coward.”
“Clueless,” he shoots back.
I shove his chest again, and this time, he grabs my wrists, making it impossible for me to step out of the danger zone.
“Lucky.” I mean to growl the word, but it comes out sounding more like a moan.
His nostrils flare, and his eyes darken with—yeah, there it is—desire. The moments between us are tense and heated, and then comes the crack of electricity between us. I don’t know who moves first, but soon enough, our bodies collide, and our mouths crash together in a frenzied kiss that makes me feel crazy and out of control, like I’m lost in a sea of lust, and I don’t remember taking the plunge.
My hands slide under his t-shirt until I feel abs. Warm. Hard. Abs.
His hands slide beneath my shirt, fingers sliding back and forth against my lower back until I shiver. Just one touch of his mouth, his hands, and I’m ready to let him rip my clothes off and have his way with me.
“Damn, Lucky. You feel good. Solid. Like a real man.”
Three loud pops sound, and before I can process what the sounds are or where they’re coming from, I’m flat on my back on the cold concrete, Lucky’s hard body on top of mine. Panic surges though me like an electric current, making it hard to breathe.
“Stay down,” he whispers urgently when two more shots ring out.
I squeeze my eyes closed tight, trying to shut out the chaos and breathe. The echo of screeching tires peeling away fades into the distance and my mind races with a thousand thoughts.
“Shit.” My voice trembles, barely a whisper as I think about the shocking turn of events. My body shudders with adrenaline and I open my eyes to Lucky’s handsome, tattooed face. “What was that?”
“Gunshots,” he whispers. A groan escapes when his body separates from mine. His gaze is hot, like fire poker hot, as it rakes over my body, and despite the terror of moments ago, I know there’s nothing I can do to hide my arousal from him. Lucky licks his lips and holds out his hands to help me to my feet.
“Uhm…thanks.”
“For the kiss or for saving your life?” His teasing tone attempts to ease the tension.
I smooth my hands over my clothes, knowing they’ll need a trip to the cleaners before I can wear them again.
“The kiss was barely memorable,” I lie through my teeth.
Lucky laughs and steps into my personal space, his lips brushing against my ear as his hands go to my waist.
“You’re a horrible liar, Aria Morgan. I bet if I slide my fingers inside that uptight princess cunt right now, you’ll be so fucking wet that one flick of my thumb on your clit would make you cream for me.”
His crude words shock and arouse me, a sharp contrast to the fear we just experienced.
“You wish,” I say, feigning indifference.
“Maybe I do,” he admits and brushes a thumb across my nipple, producing a shiver too strong for me to suppress. “You do, too, judging by your reaction.” He steps back and raises his brows with another laugh. “Let’s get you inside before someone else decides to use you for target practice.”
I let him shuffle me into the house, his words lingering in my ears, and when I turn to ask if he really thinks they were shooting at me, he’s turned his back to me, whispering into the phone.
The moment—whatever it was—is gone.
CHAPTER FIVE
Lucky
“Lucky. What’s up?”
Ace gives me his usual deep, no-nonsense voice, which makes me feel a little bit better about what I have to tell him.
“So fucking much,” I growl into the phone, casting a look over my shoulder at Aria’s retreating form. “The Feds showed up at Morgan International today and hauled the old man out. In handcuffs.”