Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
The feel of him pressed against me was too much—and not enough. My body moved on its own, arching up to meet his. A small sound escaped his throat as he went completely still above me. His hands tightened on my wrist, and when I looked up, his eyes were dark with want.
"Like that?" I whispered, heart thundering against my ribs.
I watched as something changed in his face—that cool, disciplined look melting away. His eyes got darker, his breathing deeper. When I moved against him again, slower this time, he let out a shaky breath that made my whole body tingle. The way he looked at me now... it was like he'd been starving, and I was everything he'd been craving. His breath hitched, a barely audible sound that sent shivers down my spine. Those green eyes locked onto mine.
The hand at my wrist loosened, then slowly trailed down my arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. I could feel his heart pounding against my chest, matching the frantic rhythm of my own. His other hand came up to cup my face, thumb brushing softly across my bottom lip.
"Pearl," he breathed, my name a question and a warning all at once.
I answered by letting my lips part slightly under his touch. His eyes dropped to my mouth, and the last threads of his control unraveled. Angelo leaned down with agonizing slowness, giving me every chance to turn away. But I was done running from this.
When his lips finally met mine, it was devastatingly gentle—a stark contrast to the tension thrumming through his body. Then I sighed against his mouth, and something broke loose in him. The kiss deepened, became hungry, consuming. His hand slid into my hair, tilting my head back as he claimed my mouth more thoroughly. I took full advantage of my freed hand, letting my fingers explore the solid muscles of his back, feeling them flex beneath his shirt.
He made this deep sound in his throat when my nails ran down his back. God, his kisses were driving me crazy—hot and needy against my mouth, then moving to my jaw, my neck. When his teeth grazed that sensitive spot below my ear, I couldn't help the little moan that escaped. My body curved upward, wanting more.
His rough palm slid under my tank top, and my skin felt like it was on fire wherever he touched. I was lost in it; the weight of him, the heat of his mouth, how perfect his hands felt on my skin. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. I needed more. Needed him.
"Pearl," he breathed against my neck. His hand slid higher under my shirt, making me gasp. The other one gripped my hips, pulling me tighter against him.
The sound of boots in the hallway hit me like a bucket of cold water. I froze, and Angelo tensed above me. "Shit," he muttered, his hands still branded on my skin before the door handle began to turn.
16
PEARL
There's something deliciously scandalous about being caught in a compromising position.
Especially when the intruder is Rocco, looking at us like we're his favorite kind of trouble.
My heart was still racing from Angelo's touch, my skin burning where his hands had been moments before. I should have felt embarrassed, being found like this in the training room. Instead, the way Rocco's eyes darkened as he took in the scene sent heat pooling low in my belly.
"Don't mind me," he said, leaning against the doorframe. "Just enjoying the show."
It felt like a dream, the kind I'd been trying not to have about them. Angelo's breath hot against my neck, while his twin watched with those identical green eyes that made my pulse race. The same devastating features, just framed differently: Rocco's longer blonde hair falling forward as he moved, so different from the shorter strands tickling my skin.
Angelo's voice was sin itself against my ear. "Always did have perfect timing, brother." His grip tightened on my hips. "Though usually you're more... involved."
"Who said anything about just watching?" Rocco pushed off the door, the soft click of the lock making my breath catch. Each step closer made the air thicker, heavier with possibility.
I caught my lip between my teeth, drowning in the intensity of their matched gazes. "I thought you had your own workout planned."
"Oh, I definitely do now," he murmured, suddenly close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his body. His hand came up to cup my face, thumb brushing across my bottom lip. The light touch was at odds with the hunger in his eyes, those same incredible eyes his brother had, now afire with wanting.
They moved in perfect sync like they could read each other's minds. Angelo's grip tightened, pulling me back against his chest as Rocco leaned in. I was surrounded by them, lost in the fantasy of having both, of being exactly where I'd tried so hard not to imagine myself.