Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 93723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
“And I remember thinking … what if some day we find each other again and everything is just right? The time. The place. Just everything. And here we are, Josie. It’s not fucking coincidence.”
There’s another pause, and I wonder if he’s given up. I hope so because I can’t take much more.
“You. I would have chosen you.”
I narrow my eyes, the side of my face still pressed to the door.
“When we went to the batting cages and talked about being kidnapped, and we discussed who we’d choose if only one of us could live … I would have chosen you to live because for so very long, you’ve been the only purpose to my life.”
“Jesus …” I whisper, blinking back the tears.
I wait. And wait. I wait until I hear nothing. I wait until my legs are tired of standing in one place. I wait until his confession no longer seems real. Then, I crack open the door, and he’s still there.
“I’m not going anywhere because I. Love. You. Josephine Watts.”
My lower lip gives me away with its uncontrolled trembling before I can curl my lips together to hide it.
Colten lets the white sheets of paper fall to the ground and takes one step toward me, hands on my face, fingers in my hair, lips claiming mine. I grip his arms to steady myself.
I let myself fall a little into him. I let myself fall a little for him.
I let myself feel something less than hatred. All that hatred because he made his mark on a nine-year-old girl’s heart, and she … I have never been the same.
I’ve always been his.
He kicks the door shut behind us and walks me backward, clueless to where he’s guiding me, reckless as we nearly trip. Am I too old to be clueless and reckless with Colten Mosley? I hope not.
“Do you know where you’re going?” I giggle while he kisses my neck, hands palming my ass.
“I’m a detective, Watts … I’ll figure it out.” He does.
He finds my bedroom after we leave a trail of clothes in the hallway. When the back of my knees hit the bed, his hands ghost along my skin to unhook my bra. It slides down my arms, and my hard nipples brush his bare chest while his lips feather over mine, teasing me.
My breath morphs into a soft panting with every excruciatingly slow move he makes. His middle finger slides under the crotch of my panties, teasing my clit.
“J-jesus … what are you doing to m-me?” My voice trembles when I press my lips to his sternum.
“I’m trying to make you weak in the knees.”
When said knees start to buckle, I release a nervous chuckle. “Done.” In the next blink, I suck in a sharp breath while he thrusts his middle finger inside of me, his other hand sliding into the back of my panties. He squeezes my ass, pulling me flush to his chest.
“Yeah?” He grins, millimeters from our lips touching.
I really, really like adult Colten Mosley. His confidence doesn’t waver for a second. He could make me orgasm with nothing more than that look in his eyes. He eases his finger out of me and uses it to trace my bottom lip. The tiny grin on his face swells a fraction before he licks my lower lip, a slow swipe of his tongue. He bites it with a low growl vibrating his chest. Then he sucks on my lip like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted.
“I need more,” he says between kisses while his grip on my ass stings, making me feel like a meal to a starving man.
It’s a heady feeling as I close my eyes and whisper, “More what?”
He cups my breast for a breath before his hand dives down the front of my panties. “More of this.”
An unfamiliar ring tone interrupts us. It’s his phone.
“Fuck!” He sighs, removing his hand from my panties.
I bite my lips together and take a deep breath.
He traces his steps back to the hallway to find his jeans next to one of his sneakers. I inspect his perfect ass in those tight black briefs while I ease my ass onto the side of the bed.
“Mosley,” he snaps.
I think I like grumpy Colten Mosley. I definitely like grumpy Colten Mosley half naked in my house.
“Yeah. Uh-huh …” He turns toward me, and his brow knits together when his gaze lands between my spread legs like he’s confused. “Okay,” he says in a clipped tone, taking slow steps back to me while his eyes flit up my body to meet my gaze.
It’s only then that I realize my hand has drifted down the front of my panties while gawking at him.
“I’ll be right there.” He tosses his phone onto the bed next to me. “Watts, what the fuck are you doing?”