Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
CHAPTER 18
Kat
I fall into a doze on the sofa in the bedroom to the sound of the three of them talking, low masculine voices and sometimes a deep laugh cut by the sound of beer bottles clinking. For as terrified as I was earlier, I feel safe now, knowing that I have half a SEAL team under my window.
But my dozing dreams are littered with Corsicov’s face and sometimes I can swear I even hear his Mercedes. His voice reading those little notes he’s left for me.
Deeper into an anxious nap I go, and all my thoughts are of Trent. His body. His touch. His voice. His eyes. Just as sleep is coming, I feel his energy in the room. The scent of power and desire and a man claiming his kingdom.
I open my eyes in the darkness of the bedroom. “Am I dreaming?”
There’s enough light from the moon for me to see his chiseled jaw, his darkly sparkling eyes. “No, baby girl. I’m here.”
“Are they gone?” I ask. My voice is heavy with sleep, and I realize it might be much later than I thought.
“Yes and no. They’re staying in the apartment over the garage. Too drunk to go anywhere. They’ll probably stay up all night, playing GTA and talking shit.”
“You should go be with them. I’m okay here.”
He shakes his head. “Not a fucking chance. There’s only one place I want to be tonight.”
His words give me goosebumps, from head to toe. “Oh yeah? Where’s that?” I tease sleepily. “Next to me?”
“Fuck no.”
I lift my head to look at him. He leans down, scooping me up into his arms like a doll, carrying me from the sofa to the bed. I hang onto his broad shoulders as he carries me across the enormous room. “No?”
“Not next to you.” He lays me down on the bed. “Inside you.”
His words hit me like an arrow; a rush of warmth in my chest, opening outward from my heart all the way to my toes.
Even through my sleepy fog, a distinctive ripple flows out from me, from my clit, to my outer lips, through my thighs.
His rough two-day beard scratches my neck as he kisses me softly, just under my ear. Already, I know my panties are damp. The heat of the anger between us earlier did something crazy to me. Lit a fire that only he can extinguish.
“Knowing you were up here, while I was down there? Fucking miserable.”
“Tell me.”
Trent laughs coolly. “They were there talking about our fucking CO and all I could think is how bad I wanted to fuck another round of baby cream into you.”
“More.”
“They’re talking about IEDs, I’m thinking about your bare pussy, my tongue slipping inside. Your walls squeezing me tight.”
I let out a moan of pleasure. “I can’t stop thinking about us. I never want to stop thinking about us.”
“Me fucking either. I told them I was worn out, that I had to go to bed.”
“Am I who wore you out?”
“Nah. Not even fucking close.”
I run my fingers over the close-cropped hair of his sideburns. “You looked like you were going to kill Luke.”
His body tightens, his grip on my body becomes more possessive. He nods into my throat. “They think you’re my sister. But you’re not.”
“Then what am I?”
He shakes his head, scraping me lightly with his stubble. “You’re my whole world.”
My eyes adjust to the darkness little by little. His muscles. His veins. His power. He deliberately, slowly undresses himself in front of me. No pretense. No rush. The moonlight comes through the windows, casting long silvery blades on his layers of muscle, and on a glistening droplet of cum shimmering from the cleaved slit on the top of his engorged cock.
“Are you always hard?” I ask him, sounding young and naïve even to myself as he gets to work on my dress.
“For you, I always will be.” He grabs my arms, pinning them behind my back and pulling me close up against his naked chest.
With his other hand, he slips off the strap that Luke touched earlier. And I know it’s deliberate, touching me the same way. And I like that. So much.
“You knew this dress would drive me wild, didn’t you?”
I feel my cheeks tighten into a dimple. “Yeah.”
“How the fuck do you know how to drive me so crazy?”
“Because I’ve known you a long time. And I’ve been watching you, same as you’ve been watching me.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“It was all I could do not to stand up from dinner and go jerk off in the bathroom.”
“Maybe you should have.”
He shakes his head; I feel it even though I can’t see it. “Starting last night, all my cum goes inside you. Pussy, mouth, ass. Or, on you. It looks particularly fetching on your tits. Which, I still need to fuck, but I digress. I’m not shooting off except on your or in you. No fucking exceptions.”