Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 62811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
“Where’s Tristan?” I ask.
Talon gives me a half shrug. “Don’t know.”
“Does he still not know?”
He’s quiet for a long moment before he shakes his head. “Not yet.” He scrubs a hand down his face. “And he’s going to be just as mad at me once he figures it out if he knows that I’ve known for a while and didn’t tell him.”
“Why didn’t you?” I ask. I’m actually curious, as I thought he’d for sure rat me out since he seemed so set on trying to protect me from his brother.
“It would’ve only made things worse in the moment,” is all that he says. Neither of us says anything. We just lie in comfortable silence as we stare at the ceiling. Dealing with Tristan has been like a double-edged sword for the both of us. Telling him the truth will have the same negative impact as withholding the information. It doesn’t matter what path we choose, because the result will be the same either way.
May as well take the easy route until it no longer works.
“Well, I’m going to take a quick shower,” I say as I force myself up. “I should probably wash my apartment off of me since I’m in this fancy hotel room.”
“I’ll be here,” Talon says.
I nibble my bottom lip as I ponder over my next few words. “Do you…want to join me?”
His gaze whips over to me, widening slightly. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”
I hold out my hand to him in response, smiling when he takes it. We both walk into the bathroom, and I’m immediately in awe. This bathroom is probably bigger than the bedroom in my apartment. Compared to the dingy, off-white color of my bathroom at home, this one is bright despite the lack of windows. White marble covers everything, swirls of gray and black making it more contemporary instead of sterile. There is a large standing shower, a separate soaking tub, a double vanity sink, and a porcelain toilet so shiny that I can almost see my reflection.
“Jesus Christ,” I murmur as I look around.
“Told you,” Talon muses.
I open the shower door and frown when I see all the buttons on the wall. “Yeah…this is definitely out of my pay grade,” I say. “How do you turn this thing on?”
“I got it,” he says with a chuckle as he nudges me out of the way.
I undress as he presses different buttons to turn on different parts of the shower panel and when he finishes, water is coming out of four different shower heads.
The hot water hitting my tired muscles nearly makes me melt into a puddle and swirl down the shower drain the moment I step in. It’s been so long since I had a shower with decent water pressure that I’m sure I could probably fall asleep standing up if I stay in here long enough. Talon enters behind me and closes the glass door, enclosing the space with warm steam.
“This feels like a dream,” I murmur as the water soaks my hair. The pressure of the water falling down on me massages my scalp. “Maybe I’m dead and this is heaven.”
Talon releases a deep chuckle. I can hear him moving around me before his hands appear in my hair. I open them to find him rubbing shampoo into my long purple strands as he looks down at me with soft eyes.
“You’re very much alive,” he murmurs.
“That’s good to know,” I drawl. My eyes nearly roll into the back of my head as Talon massages and scratches my scalp. The man has magic hands, I’ll give him that. I almost pout when he’s finished, and I reluctantly rinse the shampoo out. “That was nice. Thanks.”
“Sure.”
We lock eyes in the heat-filled space, and something flutters deep in my belly. Beads of water roll down the slates of his hard body as he towers over me. It should be a sin for him to be as handsome as he is. It should be a sin for me to feel so attracted to him. But all of that goes out the window when he leans forward and presses his lips to mine. His kiss is unsure at first, almost as if trying to check my temperature to make sure I’m okay with it.
I run my hands up his body before wrapping my arms around his neck to give him the green light, and he deepens the kiss. His hand disappears between my thighs, rubbing my clit in small circles that send bolts of pleasure sparking throughout my body.
“Talon,” I whisper. My nails dig into his skin a little when he pushes two fingers inside of me. He keeps his beautiful brown eyes on my face, tracking my expressions of pleasure to determine how fast he moves and how much pressure he applies.